Novel & Cerita Miss Jackson Lyrics

is supposed to die. “But, can’t we do something? Jackson can’t die, he just can’t!” I roared, tears streaming down my face. “How can my happiness come from his death? How can I live knowing that?” I burry my face in my hands. “Like I said, it’s not supposed to happen this way, but there’s nothing you or the goddess can do child.” “How will it happen?” I whispered between my fingers. “You know I can’t tell you that, all I can say is when you leave to get justice for Misha, only one of you will come hone to her.”

“What’s the matter?” asked Serenity with a puzzled look. “Can you repeat what you said to me in the car earlier today?” murmured Jackson. She was stunned. After pondering for a while, she said, “I missed you, Jackson. You said that if I didn’t love you, then I shouldn’t touch you. So now, I’m touching you because I am in love with you. Was that what you wanted to hear?” “Yes. Say it again,” urged Jackson.

I smiled and let him sway me around to the music in his mind, my curiosity got the best of me as I really want to know the song that was playing in his mind since he saw me, “I wish there is music.” The whole field lighted up and I could see a music band, I can’t believe this, before I could finish awing on that, a tune started playing, it was jazz but a song I know all too well. It was Michael Jackson’s Lady in my life, one of my most favorite of his songs. I looked up at Adrian and he repeated, “can I have this dance?” “Did you plan all these?” I couldn’t help but ask. “If I say yes, then will I have this dance?” I nodded and he smiled, “then yes, a special dance for a special someone.”

"Just behave yourself from here on. That is the only way I can leave the family sooner and be with you sooner." Everything he said pointed to the future. But I heard only one thing. He still believed I had caused the baby's allergic shock. All at once, I no longer had the strength to explain. Just then, the butler hurried back. "Mr. Jamison, Madam heard Miss Carter was out. She says she wants to see her." "Get the car ready." "I am not going." We spoke at almost the same time.

They were all text notifications from the caretakers. "Ms. Everhart, Ms. Jacquez had been crying non-stop. She's like a flowing water tap, even the blanket is gonna get wet from her tears." "She was talking to the reporters in an Apthon accent, I can't understand it either." "Oh my, Ms. Everhart, I think you should come over. I feel like something's about to happen."

Keira blurted out, can't even hide the excitement in her voice. "-and Roman... is he here?" She adds. "They're inside- what is wrong with her? Period pain?" Jordan chuckles. Oh god, I hate him. "Shit, Hazel, are you okay?" Keisha asks, and it took almost all my energy to be able to give her a little nod, as I am still holding on to Keira's wrist for dear life. If only I'm not feeling like shits right now, I would've thrown my shoes on his face already so that he could shut his mouth.

“I… I’m sorry.” But Maya folded her arms, sneering. “Speak louder, slave. What did you say?” Ella’s chest heaved as she forced the words out louder, broken: “I’m sorry, Young Mistress.” Mrs. Madison curled her nose. “Pathetic. Go freshen up. We’re already late for your marriage at the City Council.” Marriage. The word stabbed deeper than the burns on her back. Her heart sank, but she obeyed, dragging herself into the small bathroom in the gatekeeper’s quarters. She stared at her reflection in the cracked mirror, tears dripping down her chin.

Steadying his breath, his lips parted and the words that flew out of his mouth made my heart skip a beat. “She is awake. My girlfriend, Lilly. She is awake!” he exclaimed. The room froze, the words hitting me like a huge slap to the face. Lilly, I felt my hands frozen in place, one of them gripping the edge of my chair. “She… woke up?” I asked again even if I heard him clean and clear. “Yes!” Jason’s excitement was undeniable, his eyes twinkling as he leaned closer. “She came out of her coma yesterday. The doctors told me she is now stable, and she is requesting to see me as soon as possible.”

"Edna, Zackary isn't home." The cold wind rushed through the gap and made him shiver. "It's freezing out there, so you should go home." "I know Zackary's home, so please let me see him, Mr. Pratt…" Edna's voice was choked with tears. Through the kitchen windows, I saw her fingers—red from the cold—clinging tightly to the doorframe. "Just five minutes. I'll explain everything to him and leave…" Looking troubled, Dad scratched his head and looked at her before turning to look at me in the kitchen. Mom pulled her aside and planted herself in the doorway with her hands on her lips.

“I know I haven’t acted like this, but I almost lost my mind without you around. I craved your presence, your touch. I missed coming back home and seeing you waiting for me on the couch. I missed having you all over me. I missed your affection.” “You missed seeing me make a fool of myself.” I corrected him. “You missed having someone you could control, knowing damn well she was too stupid to leave.” “Come on, Kim. You know that’s not true.” “Do I?” I laughed, the sound lacking humor. “I don’t know what’s true and what’s not anymore. Don’t say those words again. I never want to hear them.” With that, I walked out and closed the door behind me, hoping that was the last time I would ever encoun