Sorry Miss Jackson Novels & Stories

“Fuck, Ariel,” Jackson whispers, trembling a little in shock and relief. “I’ve missed you so much – I’m so sorry –“ “Sorry,” I say, lifting my face and sniffing hard, even as tears continue to fall from my eyes. “Why are you sorry.” “Because I let them take you,” he murmurs, sticking an arm through the bar and wiping the tears from my face with his calloused thumb. “I’m so stupid –“ “Jacks,” I say, scowling a little and pushing back. “Don’t be ridiculous – they’d been planning that capture for months – for years –“

Plus, when he saw the picture of their two faces on the tombstone, Jackson remembered that they were the victims of his carelessness. Jackson knelt down, rubbings trembling as he touched the gravestone. His heart ached, as if it had been sliced by a knife. "I'm sorry. A thousand words of apology won't be enough to make up for all my mistakes. You must be so angry with me. I made Grace lose you when she was little. Then I made her lose a son when she was an adult. You must have watched it all from up there. I promise I will make amends." Jackson said with a trembling voice.

“I did a bad thing. I thought if I put space between us, it would help heal the open wound.” “I thought if I ignored you, my feelings for you would fade away.” I let out a bitter laugh. “But I was wrong; instead, I handled it all wrong. And I’m sorry, Jade.” She smiled and placed her hand on my cheek, looking up into my eyes. ”It's fine, Jackson; I understand how you must have felt when you heard the news, but I assure you, I don't judge you.” “We are humans, and we make mistakes and the wrong decisions.” she said, and then before I could say anything, she reached up and leaned in to press a kiss on my lips.

I had barely seen them since I officially became Jackson's mate but they were all there, waiting for me. Several people were waiting to get the casket out of the car behind us and they took her into the hospital and my friends walked over to me. I could see that they were a little weary of Jackson, but he stepped back and they all gave me a hug and their condolences. I couldn't control my emotions anymore. I looked over and even Missy was standing there. She hated me. But I guess she didn't want to be known as the bitch that didn't come out to show her respect. Honestly, I wouldn't have even noticed if she wasn't here.

I thought that after that call, this matter would come to an end. However, a month later, I saw Jackson downstairs in my apartment. He looked much more haggard. He no longer had his former confidence, and his eyes had dimmed. When he saw me, his voice was strained. “Anna.” I looked at him warily and said coldly, “What are you doing here?” “I miss you.” Jackson gave a bitter smile. “Every day since you left has been torment for me. Anna, I was wrong. Come back with me, okay?”

Jackson looked at me with interege laced across his face. "I said don't judge me" I said crossing my arms "Its not that I am judging you, I just find it amusing" he smirked "especially that it was cut short because I happen to be within range for you to sense me" he laughed "Its not funny, I'm a horrible horrible person" I stated looking upset "We can talk about this later ok, let's get back to your party" Jackson stated

The thing that she feared happening the most still happened, not to mention that it came so suddenly and so quickly. Tiffany was obviously stunned. She stared dazedly at Jackson, and her eyes were rounded. Jackson did not expect to hurt innocent people, and his bright eyes were filled with guilt. He opened his lips with difficulty and said in a trembling voice, “I’m sorry, madam. It shouldn’t be the one whose face got destroyed.” Gillian cried even harder when she heard the word “destroyed”. It was at this moment that Tiffany came to her senses. She turned around and began to run.

,’ I tried defending myself but she cut me off quickly, saying, ‘don’t you mama me, little lady, when I said no more lighthouse and dancing, I damn meant no more,’ as she grabbed me by my right arm and led me outside of the door. ‘Now listen to me honey, I just received information that the Black Jackson has been murdered and you have no idea how much an uproar this might cause tonight, plus, I just got information that a huge riot by an angry black mob is already heading this way. We better get your sorry ass home.’ The Komondor tried stopping Miss Taylor but as soon as he heard about the death of the urban dance legend, Christopher Miles Jackson, a.k.a. the Black Jackson, he had to call th

"That's more than fair." "I know it is." A small, wry smile, more genuine than bitter. "I told you once, at our wedding, that I hoped whatever this was would pass. I don't think I meant it quite the way it sounds now, looking back. I think some part of me already knew, even then, that it wasn't going to pass, and that the kindest thing either of us could eventually do was stop pretending otherwise." She stood, brushing dirt from her hands, something lighter in her posture than Kade had seen in years. "Go be happy, Kade. Properly, this time. You've more than earned the attempt, whatever mistakes got you here."

I asked, my voice shaky and my heart racing. Jackson took a deep breath. "I am sorry." My heart sank. Here it comes. He didn't want it anymore. The chase was over. He had grown tired of me and Kelsey. Jackson looked at me, "I am sorry I have been absent these past few weeks." My heart stopped racing. That was not what I was expecting. "Jackson, I know you have been working hard."