Paris Jackson Parents Novels & Stories

I said, but she didn’t say anything, just nodded and turned off the television in our bedroom. “Are you ready? Tomorrow is your day off and we will visit our parents” she told me tucking herself into the bedsheets “oh I’m ready, now come here” Tuesday morning, our neighborhood sounded like an island, with no cars, no pedestrians, no nothing! It was very quiet as on weekends. We prepared ourselves and she drove us to the city where our parents lived. They had arranged the whole thing to be at Jackson’s because they were the only ones with a big house with a swimming pool and an enormous backyard. Robinsons and Brittney also took a bus to the Jackson’s for the party.

There was a file on the table, he took it and read it to me. "Quinn Jackson. Her parents are David Jackson and Daisy Pussett. Her father is a big alcoholic he doesn't have any children except Quinn, her mother is already remarried, she got married some years back and she has 3 children currently, she gave birth to Quinn at a young age and got married at a young age because of she was pregnant none of her parents love her and her father beat her up one day and pushed her off the stairs. She broke her leg and ended up in the hospital, the police intervened and her father was kept in the jail for years while she went to the orphanage home and she grew up there until she was 18. she left the orp

Gavin grunted causing Paris to really look at him. “Oh, you’re Presley’s daddy and you must be her mom,” Paris was immediately on her feet and moving to get closer to Scarlett. “You and I should talk sweetheart. You are beautiful.” Gavin turned to Presley with raised eyebrows, and she shrugged. Paris was older than Presley but younger than her parents however it seemed Paris was not opposed to an older woman as she ogled Scarlett openly. Paris was well and truly on the hunt in Nice.

Jackson told the world that Jackson's parents also liked her very much. From the moment Jackson brought her home, Jackson's parents treated her politely and showed no signs of disgust at all. This was completely different from the first time she followed Aiden to meet his parents. This made her very comfortable. Even with Aiden's imprisonment, Jackson shifted all his focus back from abroad. Grace resigned from her position as a forensic scientist and ran the company with Jackson. Song's mother didn't know that Grace was Isabella.

Serenity said. She could understand the mindset of Morris's parents, who were living an underprivileged life. However, Morris was still untainted, and she didn’t want him to turn into a cunning person in the future. "That depends on the child himself," Jackson said, showing little concern for Morris. "What do his parents do?" Serenity asked. She hadn't asked for these details before. "His mother is a janitor at that hotel, and his father is in logistics," Jackson replied. Serenity pondered briefly while Jackson added, "If Jacqueline gets along well with that boy, I’ll arrange better jobs for his parents, improving their family's situation."

Jackson leaned into the touch and they continued their way toward the river. Jackson took a deep breath. They were far enough away that he couldn’t smell the pigs or cattle as much and the air smelled clean and fresh. The sun was directly overhead and kept him plenty warm. “Your grandparents look younger than I expected,” Wren said, breaking the comfortable silence between them. Jackson hummed. “Yeah, Mom was only nineteen when she got pregnant with me. My dad’s parents wanted her to terminate the pregnancy, but she refused. They kind of forced the marriage between Mom and Dad at that point.”

I frown, not understanding, and then I remember suddenly something that he said last night… God, was that just last night, when Daphne came over and Jackson mentioned that he… “Jackson,” I murmur, shaking my head, “where were your parents? Were they there too?” “No,” he replies, his eyes suddenly wary as he confesses what, I think, is part of the great secret of his life. “I don’t…I don’t have parents. Or, I mean, obviously biologically I do, but…I was raised apart from them. We all were. If I ever met them,” he shrugs, “I didn’t know who they were. And they probably wouldn’t have known I was theirs.”

His body stops shaking. “Nate?” I should probably stop talking. “Anyway. I think we should go to Miami, and you can meet my parents, and they can feed Riley because Mom will take one look at him and fall in love with him. But my dad will love you.” Jackson’s sigh is heavy. “Go on then, tell me why your dad will love me.” “Because you love me. That’s why he’ll love you.” “He won’t care that I’m a lone wolf?”

"Paris!!" "It's the end for me," Paris muttered with a vacant gaze, imagining her fate ahead. "Why...?" one of her friends asked. "She's Rico Estrada's granddaughter. He's the current majority shareholder, in other words, this shopping center could actually be considered his," Paris explained weakly.

"Don't judge me." "I already promised I won't." "Okay... Um, the father is my older sister's ex-husband. I always had feelings for him, but... For obvious reasons, I can't be with him, yet we still had a one-night stand after the divorce and... Well..." My eyes grow huge. "Well, shit..." Shirley exhales. "Yeah..." "What is his name?" Her lips pull apart, revealing teeth in a smile that makes it seem like she is close to laughter. "Zane Jackson. Offensive tackle in the NFL and plays here in this city. A very moody guy with some social issues, but damn was he good in bed..."