Miss Jackson Lyrics Novels & Stories

Jackson stammered. “I didn’t want to bother you or make you sad at Christmas and you’re so far away…” Milli hesitated, the sound of his grief was breaking her down again. “Far away! Bother us! Whatever! Fukoff about that. You should have called me!” Jackson shouted at her and hung up. Milli wiped the tears she felt on her cheeks, swallowing rapidly against the grief choking her. Then her phone rang. “Hello.” Her voice sounded like a mouse squeak.

He moves to kiss her as her arms wrap around his neck. "Can we now run away Sir and it be just me and you?" Anaya laughs, Jackson, shaking his head. "No sorry wifey." Jackson laughs, "Okay not wifey it sounds wrong, and I start singing the song in my head 'Wifey for lifey'." Jackson shakes his head as Anaya laughs. "Back on topic Sir, stop getting distracted by song lyrics." He nods smiling. "No Kitten, because Luna wants to see her mum, Alex is sat there waiting for you as well. I can also see MJ is waiting to crack a few jokes about almost running from me." Anaya turns and looks around seeing Alex.

I thought that after that call, this matter would come to an end. However, a month later, I saw Jackson downstairs in my apartment. He looked much more haggard. He no longer had his former confidence, and his eyes had dimmed. When he saw me, his voice was strained. “Anna.” I looked at him warily and said coldly, “What are you doing here?” “I miss you.” Jackson gave a bitter smile. “Every day since you left has been torment for me. Anna, I was wrong. Come back with me, okay?”

“Gods, I missed you.” “I missed you too.” The admission was torn from a place she’d sealed shut. “Even when I hated you, I missed you. Every day.” His eyes glistened in the lamplight. He leaned forward, his forehead coming to rest against hers. Their breath mingled, warm in the cold space. The mating pull, a constant hum since his return, swelled into a resonant chord. It wasn’t just desire. It was recognition. Completion. A puzzle piece slotting home after being lost for years.

Gamma Jackson was staring down at Marian, an inscrutable expression on his face. The stirring in Misha tripled, and he fought down a powerful urge to puke. Misha wanted to say something, make some comment, draw those eyes to himself, but his voice was not forthcoming, so he stared at the Gamma with the dreamy eyes. “Princess. Princess,” Jackson whispered. Marian’s eyes fluttered open. Her face was pale. Her lips quivered. Jackson raised a palm, gesturing for her to be still. “He is awake. You have done it!” Jackson breathed, his eyes steady as he held Marian’s gaze.

And I bet this is another trick of him to get Jake out of my head. “I’m doomed,” the audience laughed because I didn’t realize that the mic was already on. I looked into my friends who have their thumbs up for me. Jan had furrowed brows and finally, Jake, who has this gaze that I couldn’t figure out as he passed glances between Zach and me. Shrugging my shoulders, I fixed my floral Sunday sleeveless dress as Zach began strumming his guitar. “This song is for those of you who still believe in love, even after getting your heart broken. Learn to trust again,” he looked into my eyes as he said his last sentence.

Jackson was an infamous casanova, this woman must have misunderstood her intentions. “I’m Tina Lynd. Can you please pass the phone to Mr. Jackson? He helped me out some time ago, so I’d like to thank him,” she explained, maintaining her neutral tone to avoid sounding like she was being submissive or oppressive. The woman chortled coldly in response. “Why are you still pretending? You’re the eighteenth woman who wanted to talk to Mr. Jackson today. Do you really take me for a fool? Hmph!” She ended the call the moment she was done speaking. Tina was rendered speechless and quite helpless. She wanted to thank Mr. Jackson, but it seemed doing so was impossible.

She beams and her cheek turns pink, this was the Malinda I knew in the past, she was still the same person. "Then let's work together." I lifted my hands and she took it. "Let's make this music a success and leave together, what do you say about that?" I nod, this was what I wanted and to be with her and only her. "Russeli, I miss you so much and thought you had died, but I am glad that you are alive." Her voice was hoarse and it was obvious that she had missed me so much. I wrapped my hands around her waist and pulled her close to me as I stared into her eyes. "I missed you too." I looked down at her lips and then at her face, she was also looking at mine and I saw that as a go.

Jackie made a puking noise and grabbed our attention. "Is there a problem?" Jackson asked this time. "How could you guys want to be with it? All she's good for is cleaning and a good lay." She huffed while crossing her arms in front of her chest. Jackson had her by the throat so fast, I hadn't even realized he left my side.

“See you tomorrow, Miss Brown.” She turned to the door, paused, and threw over her shoulder: “Try not to spill anything else. I might not survive another rescue mission.” And she left. With knees that had absolutely no structural integrity left. ---