Miss Jackson Lyrics Novels & Stories

I grabbed the hem of his jacket, pleading, “Please… take me to the hospital first… I’m begging you…” His voice was icy, completely void of warmth. “Elyssa… bravo. You deserve an Oscar for that performance.” He brushed my fingers off the fabric with a flick and strode after Raya. My throat felt like it was on fire, my breaths coming in shallow, panicked gasps. In desperation, I swept the glass off the table. It hit the floor, shattering into a thousand pieces. And my heart shattered right along with it.

Her hair, dyed a rich auburn now instead of the dark I remembered, stuck to her flushed, tear-stained cheeks. She looked beautiful and messy and exactly like the Nicole I'd loved since we were thirteen. "God, look at us," she laughed wetly, her voice thick with emotion. "We're disasters." "I missed you," I managed, my voice cracking. "I missed you so much." "I know, babe. I know." She grabbed both my hands, squeezing them so tightly it almost hurt. "But I'm here now." I heard Mr. Jackson quietly sniffle. He's always been an emotional person.

I knocked on the door again, there was still no response, I knew there was someone inside but since there is no response, I decided to go back to Lin when I heard the door open. "Miss Tanner" I called out the moment I saw her holding the door open. "Charmaine" "I need to speak to you ma'am" I quickly said not minding what she was going to say. "Could you give me a few seconds, I will call you when am ready" she said shocking me with her response, I expected her to say something nasty in response to my request, but here she is being all nice. I looked past her into the room, and I thought I saw someone seated, she looked bit tensed, I guess I missed it because I was in a hurry to head out.

Jackson had climbed onto the stage while his eyes seemed to have clouded over. Sitting beside him were a few women stroking their hair coquettishly. Those women looked at Jackson like they were about to rip him apart. “Why did you drink so much? Don’t you know you have stomach issues?” Ella scurried beside Jackson. Jackson lifted his blurry eyes, looked at Ella, and smiled, “Yvonne!” “I am not!” “I knew you would come back!” Jackson held out his hand to hold Ella’s and blurted, “You know how much I’ve missed you! Yvonne, all these years, I’ve been thinking about you. I only have you in my heart!”

| Michael | Jackson pulled away after what felt like a long time. I eyed him carefully, knowing how vulnerable he was, and I was readying myself for anything. I eyed Samantha, who had a deep frown on her face, her makeup surprisingly still perfect despite the tears. She seemed to be deep in thought. "Sorry I ruined your night," Jackson murmured, eyeing her. Blinking a couple of times, she eyed him with a frown.

As the DJ switched formats from a club mix to something slower, Mike was lead on to the dance floor by Missy. She pulled him close and laid her head on his shoulder, the slow music washing over them. "This was nice," she said finally. "Yeah, it was," he replied in agreement. "Hard to believe," she said cryptically. He pulled back and glanced at her. "What?" "What?" she asked. "What's hard to believe?" he asked. "Oh," she grinned. "It's just that you used to be such an annoying little shit." "And you're saying I'm not an annoying little shit anymore?" he enquired.

I demanded standing up and moving to stand in front of him. “My problem is the Moon Goddess made a mistake. For some reason, she matched me with you,” Jackson said, childishly. I gasped at his words. His words stung, but I applauded my ability to maintain my composure. I turned away from him and went back to my seat.

"I don't know you. I don't know any of you." The woman hits Jackson with the same silver light. He blinks a few times, then looks at Luna like she's a stranger. "Sorry, miss," he says politely. "Do you need help? You look lost." At this, I wanted to throw up. They're destroying everything good in our lives. Yet, I couldn't help but pray with everything in me for them to leave Mariah alone.

Not even Jaxon with one of his crude memes or voice notes saying “I miss that mouth.” Maybe they’ve moved on. Maybe I was just a tool. Maybe I left too soon. Maybe I stayed too long. I press play on my music. The playlist I made when I first escaped the cabin. Every song sounds wrong now. Except one. “I Miss the Misery” – Halestorm. I close my eyes. Let it bleed into my ears like a confession. Because God, I do. I miss the misery. I miss the pain that meant I was still tethered to them. I miss being somebody’s anything, even if it meant I belonged to the wrong people.

it looks more beautiful up close. "Do you enjoy it, Miss Michaelson?" Jackson said with a side smile...fuck I forgot I'm on top of him again I quickly got up from it and re-arranged my clothes and straightened my hair "You wish Anderson" I said as I pulled the dirt off my pants "You're welcome, by the way," Jackson said as he used the proverb “Whatever,” I said as I went to camp and left him alone