Sorry Miss Jackson Novels & Stories

He whispered, "Sorry." I had teary eyes and said, "So that's why." "That's why what?" "You had your memories mixed." I wiped my teary eyes as I smiled brightly at him I... didn't lose him. I... lost him in his memories but... it was all Abby's scheme.

She didn't say anything but screamed and cried, but somehow, that was enough to make me agree with her. ▲▽▲▽▲▽▲ I miss Cayden. So bloody much. I slouched on my bed and held my head. Why did I think falling for him was a good idea? Cayden was obviously trying to heal himself and I fuck it all up. Am I even fully healed from Justin?

I was just a stranger to her, but I knew she loved me. Is very hard to have this conclusion in your mind. That you lost the jackpot and now you will not find somebody like anymore. "I'm sorry Crystal." My words go out of my mouth, and I can hear her breath accelerating, and now she was looking into my eyes, concerned and full of worrying feelings. In the end, she was the only one who waited for me so long, with so much patience, and I was the one who fucked up everything big style, now I'm looking into her beautiful blue eyes, like a big and calm ocean, and I want to go and throw myself from a building because I don't deserve any of her kindness.

She gets up, politely saying pardon even though these women have been anything but polite. "Monica, wait. She wants to have my babies. We don’t have babies together. I have never seen her before.” Jackson was trying to explain as if that would be enough to make her sit back down, but she was running for the velvet rope that marks the VIP area. “Pardon. I need to go,” Jackson tells the fawning women, who have not noticed or cared that they have pushed out his guest. All they want is a piece of him. None of them move. If anything, they scoot closer, attempting to keep him there. “Get off,” Jackson snarls, and they jump in shock. That may have been a mistake, but right now, all he cares about

JACKSON Ihanded Kate a bottle of water, then sat in the seat beside her just as a man in a pilot’s uniform walked in through the airplane door. “Sorry I’m late, Jackson. Got stuck in traffic.” Wade was Lake’s preferred copilot and another good friend.

"Don't stop for red lights. Don't stop for cops. Just get them home. I'm meeting you at the gate." "Copy that, Boss." Jackson’s voice softened when he spoke to Serenity again. "Serenity, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I let him get too close." "It's not your fault," Serenity wiped her tears. "Just come home, Jackson. I need you." "I'm coming," Jackson said. "And after I make sure you are safe... I'm going to end this. Tonight."

She pouted and said in a spoiled tone, "Hmph. You've gotten sick of me already, haven't you? That's why you won't let me sit on your lap." I hurriedly explained, "How could I ever get sick of you? I'd do anything to have you sit on my lap. "But this is the road test, not the field test. For the field test, we're in a closed lot, and no one is watching. But for the road test, we go on public roads, and the police might stop us." Alice put her hands on my thigh and begged pitifully, "I already failed the field test four times. I really can't fail this one, or I'll have to start all over."

"Hey Eva. How's it going with you?" The line went dead for a while. Then a sigh echoed through the speaker. "I can't do it anymore." "Huh?" My heart beat accelerated. Was she tired of us? "Eva, I'm sorry okay? I swear I didn't -" "I can't continue acting like I'm not missing you, Jordan. I miss you a lot." I paused, shocked. Time and everything seemed to freeze as I processed the words. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry if it came to you as a shock." She apologized. "Maybe I shouldn't have -"

But the next day, he didn't appear. No call. No text. For two days, he vanished. The first day, she fretted. The second, she seethed. When he returned, his shirt torn, a cut on his temple, acting as if nothing had happened, all he said was, “I got lost. I’m sorry.” Lost. That was it. She never asked more. But she never forgave it either. Amiriam’s chest rose and fell sharply as she looked at Jackson lying on the hospital bed now. Pale. Weak. Wires and tubes attached. The great Jackson Oden, brought low.

I could hear the faint rhythm of his footsteps, the low warmth in his voice that once made my heart flutter. "Alright," I said softly, pretending lightness. "You're lucky I'm in a forgiving mood tonight." But as the sky deepened from amber to indigo, the seat across from me remained empty. Half an hour passed. Then an hour. Aaron still hadn't shown up. I called... No answer. Then Bella's name flashed across my screen. "Claire, check the trending feed. Vivian's gone crazy." My stomach tightened as I opened the news. Vivian's car had swerved across Aaron's lane, stopping him dead in traffic.