Skai Jackson Exposed Novels & Stories

"You tell me‚ Ethan." "What do you mean‚ you tell me? I've never seen this before in my life! This is saying Anderson— this is saying he—" He looked up from the screen‚ his face twisted with horror. "A minor? They're saying he assaulted a minor? In her bedroom? Skye‚ what the fuck is this?" "Someone leaked information to the Tribune. Private information. Details about my life‚ about where I sleep‚ about things that only someone close to me would know. And I was told it came from you."

"The pack healers baked these honey-grain cakes for your recovery today. I infused them with my own dominant spark. Eat them so your beast regains its strength." Jone takes the offering with a stiff nod, stepping away from the massive warrior while keeping his eyes fixed on the secondary transport as its heavy iron doors swing open. Joseph Jackson and Katherine Jackson step out onto the grass, followed closely by Jermaine Jackson, Jackie Jackson, Randy Jackson, and Princess Rebbie Jackson.

Moa skipped out of the villa, clapping in delight. Koa glanced over, bored and unimpressed. “You? All you think about is the kitchen.” “I do not!” Moa puffed her cheeks and stood akimbo. “I know lots of things!” “Like what?” Koa actually looked curious. “I know how to play, play, play! And how to eat, eat, eat! And how to sleep, sleep, sleep!” Koa: “…” You win. ... “Skye, as per your instructions, Sawyer Corp’s entire capital flow has been frozen. What’s the next step?”

"Who's kicking Skye out of the company?!" I froze, stunned for a moment. 'Old Mr. Fraser?!'

"What do you have in mind?" Jannette grinned. "Operation Expose Jason. We gather evidence of his manipulations, his lies, everything. Then we bring it to light, show everyone who he truly is." I chuckled, feeling a surge of determination. "Operation Expose Jason, huh? I'm in." I drummed my fingers on the table, glancing at Jannette. "I need something big, something that'll make Henry forgive me. Any ideas?" Jannette leaned back, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "How about a skywritten apology? Picture this: 'Henry, I'm sorry – Sophia.' It's bold, it's romantic, and you can't ignore something written in the sky."

"That's how I knew it was you." Nicole grinned and sipped her champagne. "Raven would never let anyone but you see her that vulnerable." She pointed with her flute to the displayed photo in front of them. "I won't tell anyone." Noah shoved his hands deep in his pockets. "I appreciate that." He wasn't adverse to coming out as Hoan now that the trial was over, but he'd rather things settle down first and allow the feds time to catch Soreno.

He needs to figure out how to fix it, or I'll take care of him! And Skylar, who genuinely believed she was the best and has greater defense than I have, would learn who excels at it. I'll explain to her that deeds speak louder than words. I would do it again because they both knew that Jackson had hammered his dick into me a couple times. Is there a need to quit doing something since you've been exposed? I thought it best to carry on with the same behavior and demonstrate that I was who they truly believed me to be.

“Maybe Aurora was right about her.” It takes less than thirty minutes for Jackson to see the photos. Jerry tries to call him. I try to, but, he doesn’t answer either of us. Suddenly, the broadcast alert appears on my phone. JACKSON MELIŚ: LIVE STATEMENT "Shit." My lungs freeze. Again? The screen opens to Jackson standing before the mansion gates. He looks exhausted, pale, a shadow of the man who once carried storms in his shoulders. Microphones crowd him, cameras flashing like lightning.

An arm wrapped around my stomach and sharply pulled me back so I was pressed to a hard body. Jaxon’s palm pressed flat against my belly, holding me in place as he leaned down. “You will change now.” The low command vibrated through my body in a way that thrilled and scared me. “What’s your problem?” “My problem is that you keep disobeying me and that your skirt is far too short when I’m not around.” I laughed. I couldn’t help it. The miniskirt might be short, but the tights were opaque, and my sweater certainly didn’t scream sexy vamp.