Miss Jackson Lyrics Novels & Stories

Missus Jackson opens up the door and looks at me. She walks in and went to sit down. The hate for me is in her body language. “The only reason I am here is that my husband convinced me it was a good idea to come and listen to you. Now speak.” Missus Jackson crosses her arms over her chest."Now talk. I need to get back to my daughter." I look shocked at Mister Jackson and he just motioned for me to start talking.

Seems that was a question that I have been getting asked a lot lately. I smiled at her. “It’s nothing, Luna Sabrina. I just miss Jackson, that's all.” She rubbed her thumb across my hand, giving me a knowing look. She tried to set up and I quickly moved to help her. Once she was up, I sat down next to her.

It makes no sense… “Oh, don't think much about it. Dreams don't mean much. Sure, it scared you a bit. But it ends there. Today is a big day. You shouldn't let a dream rattle you. “Athena says, and I nod after a few seconds, with a fake smile. I'm at Athena's place today, as I wanted to stay away from home, and it's a normal thing as Athena and I usually pass nights at each other's houses. A week had passed since Amber challenged me, and today is the day that the new Miss. Emerald High would be announced. Athena has been helping me campaign for the spot. She gave herself the title of my campaign manager, and according to her, things are looking up. And if she says so, I believe her. She got m

Jackson argues, adding on that last bit after a too-long pause. “Mmm-hmm. Believable. Totally.” He waits for Jackson to banter back, but when he is sullenly quiet, he offers, “Sounds like the hens are escaping the hen house tonight as well. Going to a club to celebrate the start of their adventure.” Instantly, all he can think of is Monica at a club or bar, her body swaying to music as a smile curls her lips. The lights would dance on her pale skin, her hair a fiery beacon to the other patrons. She’d be instantly surrounded by Parisian men trying to charm her. Jackson's blood heats at the imaginary

I looked around for Sarah and Harry one more time, but they were nowhere to be seen. I finally blew out a breath and prepared myself for the dance. And I stepped forward into his waiting arms. Jackson slid his hands around my waist, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. A rendition of the song Perfect by Ed Sheeran started to play, and Jackson and I looked at each other, talking to ourselves silently at the irony of the song selection that my mother and Gretchen Moore had collectively made.

Jackson's eyes fell on the woman who had fallen at his feet, and he hadn't expected to see another Lazer daughter in front of him. “Miss Lazer, are you all right?” he asked politely. He had no interest in women who tried to hit on him, unless he liked her, of course. Ciara couldn't believe it when she heard Jackson's voice. She had managed to get his attention. Her heart leapt with satisfaction, and it shone in her eyes.

Jackson doesn’t move a muscle; just keep looking straight at her. “You’re so pathetic, so easy to control! Yes, I used you, Jackson. Are you happy to hear that with all the words? Does it make any difference? What else do you want to hear? How sick I felt every time you called me my love, or that I had to pretend to be in love when you just disgusted me? How I had to put up with your gross touch on my skin and this dick that’s so small it doesn’t even tickle?” She laughs, then waves her hand. “Are you happy now? Are you happy now that you’ve destroyed everything we’ve achieved? Well, it doesn’t matter... If I’m going to fall, you fall first!”

She muttered slowly. “I really miss you. I know the last time we met, it was a dark time for us. And I'm really sorry, because I can no longer talk to you directly. Jane, you are my best friend. One of the best. I know, if I haven't been of much help or anything to you all this time. I just wish it would be different now. Henry and I will fight for you. To be able to get justice for your death. We promise. Sooner or later things will get better, and... you will get justice. At least, that's the price I have to pay for what happened to you, Jane. Even at the last moment you still think of me. Then how can I not give you what you deserve…”

“Little one, when you play. Don't you mind what they say. Let your eyes sparkle and shine. Never a tear, baby of mine” I heard the wood creak behind me and sweet scent of honey nectar crept in my nostrils and I smiled, “If they knew all about you. They'd end up loving you, too. All those same people who scold you. What they'd give just for the right to hold you” I continued singing even after feeling Ophelia’s arms wrap around my waist and rested her head on my shoulder.

It’s amazing how different the world can become in just six months. As I held my own private pity-party, Missy started to become agitated in my head. She started begging for her mate. My heart broke for her. I tried to gently remind Missy that we didn’t have a mate anymore because we had just rejected Jason. She didn’t seem to care. She kept repeating “mate, mate, mate, mate” in my head.