Miss Jackson Lyrics Novels & Stories

Alice huffed and stumbled to the bar. "So you need another drink, miss?" Jazz asked, looking at Alice. "I need the bill. Could you order me a lift? If I give you an address. My phone is still broken." "I'll handle this," "I don't need your fucking help," Alice spun around and crashed into Simon, who held her shoulders.

He scrutinized me from head to toe. “What is it?” I asked him. “You are…” I shook his head as if shaking the thought out of his mind. “Let us go.” The drive to school had Michael Jackson asking ‘Who’s loving you?’ on loud speaker. Glimpses of Hector’s smile kept appearing in my vision while the song reminded me that I still had my soulmate close by. It made me smile. Until that longing feeling invaded the comfortable warmth in my chest. I miss him so much. I needed to speak to him. I notice that I am not only making him suffer I am making myself suffer as well.

Don't believe me just watch uh Don't believe me just watch Don't believe me just watch Don't believe me just watch Don't believe me just watch Hey, hey, hey, oh He hugged her tightly when she was laughing on his Michael Jackson outfit. "I am sorry .Don't scare me like that Miss. Serene . You not talking to me is more painful than a bullet. I can fight death to save you and cradle you cuz you are My little sister, My little Lily"

By the time they left the station, the sun was setting and Jackson's head was pounding. ** Back in the Range Rover, Jackson turned on the radio out of habit. They were just pulling out of the parking lot when Jefferson's voice came through the speakers. "—good day everyone across this space of the world. I'm Jefferson, the guy you need if you want to get into Maddox Corporation." All three of them went still.

God, I really needed to get my head straight. Genesis’s eyes flicked from Jackson to where his hand rested. Her voice came out calm but dangerously low. “I’ll repeat myself again. Get your filthy hands off her right now, or I’ll take it off myself. And I’ll be rough, so you decide.” Jackson stiffened, swallowing hard before slowly removing his hand. He raised both palms in surrender, forcing a smile. “I think you’re misunderstanding something, ma'am. Miss Grace and I were just talking. There’s nothing to be worried about, right, Miss Grace?” He turned to me, his smile strained.

As the Toyota drove away, Jackson stood at the door, watching until it disappeared down the street. He touched the spot on his shoulder where her nails had dug in earlier that morning and whispered to himself, “Fuck… I’m really going to miss her.” --------- The End.

Jackson wasn’t really all that surprised when he saw Ronnie waiting for him to come out. “Ronnie.” Jackson said as he continued to the elevator. “Jackson.” Ronnie started with his arms crossed over his chest. “What is it that you want with Miss James?” His question was blunt and straight to the point. “To be honest, I’m not sure, but I have no intention of hurting her.” Jackson answered bluntly. “Well then, in the spirit of honesty, I’m not afraid to kill for her.” Ronnie stated.

The words would not come out. “I wanted to see you,” Zero whispered against my cheek. “Missy, I missed you very much.” Jackson wrapped his arms around me from behind. The blood on his clothes stirred like something alive, but his voice held a lazy smile. “Relax. We cannot die. Worst case, we just cannot come see you for a while. Annoying, honestly.” He clicked his tongue softly. “Good thing I left you a gift.” With that final sentence, both Jackson and Zero disappeared.

Mrs Jackson inquired with a calm tone. Mia shook her head and sipped her tea. "Well, I respect your decision. I just need you to know that when all is said and done... when the world strips you naked and spit on you... when you make terrible decisions and they come tumbling down on you, you'll always be my little girl. My arms will always be open to welcome you. I love you and I care for you. I just thought you should know that." Mrs. Jackson extended her hand and gave Mia a gentle pat on the cheek. Her aging eyes burnt with love and compassion. Her spirit wept for Mia mistakes and misfortunes but dared not shed a tear. Her eyes welled with tears but she suffered none to fall.

That much, I am sure of. But she went way too far by calling Taylor a slut today. She had no right to do that and I am actually glad that Taylor beat the crap out of her. Maybe that will finally put Missy in her place. I am sitting behind my desk at school doing some work and fixing schedules for the school when someone knocked on the door. " Come in." I sang out without raising my head. " Hi Alpha Jackson." Missy says coming inside. So I looked up at her and she wasn't healing yet. She had two black eyes and what looked like a broken nose.