Paris Jackson Parents Novels & Stories

"My brother likes to pretend he runs this city alone, but the truth is darker. He has secrets. Skeletons. Some he's even made flesh." There was a dramatic pause. "Ask him about the child." The reporters erupted. Zane raised his hand, milked the moment. "He'll deny it, of course. He always does, but the blood doesn't lie. The girl is nearly five now, born in Paris. Her mother died under suspicious circumstances two years ago. Jaxon never claimed her, but we...those of us who still believe in family, have not forgotten." The clip cut there. Raven's breath hitched. She turned to Jaxon, whose face was carved in stone.

"Now, Paris, don't get ahead of yourself. This is a family thing! Would you rather the company go down in flames?" "I'm sure if Zephyr were here, he would be the son you wanted." The temperature in the room decreased at those words. Sebastian's face aging ten times as he stared at his son with burning hate in his eyes. Paris stood now, pushing back his chair. "But no, I don't do drugs, and I'd work on my school grades." He was already walking away when he heard his Father call for him. "And what are you doing about that Parker girl?"

They immediately greeted us. Some put a smile on their faces while the rest of them seem to have a sense of what happened, especially when we got deployed in twenty, but our number falls to twelve. Jennie did not even make it. "We have news for you, Karen, Simon," one of the rugby boys broke the deafening silence in my apartment. "It's about Jackson's parents." Simon and I exchanged furrows. Jackson asked us to help him find his parents but Simon was busy so he did not get the chance to take a look at the case. But as far as I could remember, Jackson was well aware that we cannot prioritize his problem.

“Jackson, your father is right. It's about time you settle down. You and your brother can not continue keeping sex slaves.” Jackson chucked like a maniac, a painful lump in his chest as he moved closer to his parents, the people he had worshipped all his life. “Tell me father, who is the perfect daughter-in-law you picked out that had accepted to fuck my brother and me?”

I guess he has so many girls at his beck and call that he thinks everything revolves around his looks. "So, my name is Kieran Jackson, and my dad is the former senator and businessman, Caleb Jackson". "Wait, you are Caleb Jackson's son, as in one of the richest businessmen in America!" "Jeez, if I knew telling you about my father would bring that reaction, I wouldn't have". "Come on, you are not pulling my legs." "Of course not."

I'll have my way' Joslyn thought mentally while wiping tears from her face. “Now freshen up, we just came here…we need to throw a party… Paris needs to know that…the Coopers are in town,” her mom said with cheers, and Joslyn nodded with a smile. “Cheer up my girl, you are my princess…everything is yours,” her dad assured her and she smiled even more. ___

Mekhi answers. "Yeah, you are different," Jackson says shaking his head in awe. "My parents built their practice from the ground up and grew it with their own hands and I want to be able to do the same for me and my future family," he says matter of factly. "Who are your parents Mekhi," Mom asks interested. "Michelle and Derek Johnson," he says proudly. "Wow, okay. I have heard of them, they're clients of one of my closest colleagues," Mom says impressed.

Parker had requested inform of a written note that he needed to be there once he was discharged from the hospital. Jackson walked slowly across the street with Parker, he used the elevator immediately he had entered the building going straight to the assigned room he was instructed to. “We are here”. Jackson heaved a deep sigh as he observed the room closely. He saw portrait images of his late mother Stella,he also saw a wedding photo of his mother and Parker together. And a little boy in-between the two. “Who's he?”. Jackson asked as though he had seen a stranger. Parker stared at the picture,he went closer as he touched the little boy's face with his both hands.

The Arena was filled with people, everyone came to watch. The Carter family was also present as Mellisa sat close to her trembling daughter trying to pacify her. Paris not only cared about him losing, but something was wrong with her mate. She could feel it, back in his room she had the impression of him getting off on inflicting Pain on her but she quickly dismissed the thought. ‘’Is daddy coming?’ Paris asked Melisa who nodded affirmatively in return. She could not thank the gods enough for making Paris find out just in good time. Her father was out of danger and has been discharged.

Detective Grayson said simply. “Oh my God,” Jessica said. She felt light-headed. Whoever the chaperone was gave her life to save her child. “Did she have children?” Deep down, Jessica didn’t want to know, but she had to. Detective Kidman shook her head. “No. She did have a son, but he died of leukemia at the age of ten. She had no other children. Her name was Pam Jackson. She had a husband who died in Iraq. Her only living relative is an older sister in Michigan.”