Sorry Miss Jackson Novels & Stories

“He’s trying to readjust and be honest. You? You’re always the same, only good at flirting with men and fooling everyone to get what you want.” Sara’s remark hit home. Grace was at a complete disadvantage. With nothing left to say and her face flushed with humiliation, she turned and ran out the door, leaving behind a trail of floral perfume. The silence that followed felt heavy. Jackson rubbed his temples and let out a long sigh. “I’m sorry about that…” he said, the sentence fading halfway as he looked at me. I smiled gently. “It wasn’t your fault.” Jackson nodded. Sara stayed silent, avoiding his eyes, but I knew her defense of him—even if indirect—was a sign that she cared.

the whisper burst the dam. For the first time, I allow myself to grieve my mom. Serene Jackson, the woman who lost her life to a man’s obsession. My mom.

Jackson looked back and smiled, 'Miss Healey, I'm sorry, I didn't drink that glass of wine because I misunderstood you at first. KrisTinaen Oliver quickly explained with a spirit, 'Mr. Jackson, don't say that. I really admire you all the time, so I don't want to miss this opportunity.' 'Where?' Mr. Jackson made a few polite remarks. I thought KrisTinaen Oliver had taken the opportunity to ask for something, but KrisTinaen Oliver just signaled Anna Garcia. 'Mr. Jackson, I don't know where you live. We'll take you back.' Mr. Jackson gave her an unexpected look and smiled, 'Don't bother, just take me to the subway entrance.'

Trying to read if the sad expression was an act or reality. "Jackson was innocent."

she snapped. "Yes!" Jackson punched the empty air. "You frustrate me. I will correct my mistakes if I know what I did wrong! Don't just shut up and ignore me like this! ” exclaimed Jackson. "You want to know what did you do wrong?" Beverly looked at Jackson sarcastically. "Yes. Tell me!" Jackson asked curtly. "Why don't you ever tell me that you have children?" As if reminded of a high voltage electricity, Jackson's body stiffened. So far, he left his past behind. Forgetting the biggest mistake he ever made. Takes the life of his son and fiancé.

“She … she’s … gone …” Deimos walks in, stunned. Behind him is Dr. Burden, their faces telling us what we already know. Death took our friend. Our loved one. “Dad …” Damion breathes. Dr. Grimm looks at all of us with sorrow deep enough to drown in. “I’m so sorry,” he says softly. “We tried …” His voice fades. “But … she didn’t make it.” Jackson jerks upright, a choked sound escaping him. Then he bolts out of the room without another word and storms down the hall, his boots pounding out a rhythm that sounds a lot like war.

He exhaled in relief, also thankful that his larger-than-life image in Hazel and the others' eyes was still intact. "It's just a shame that we've just burned our one chance to call in the Department of Mystia," Graham said with a sigh. What a waste. An opportunity that was so valuable should have been used where it mattered most, like helping Zeke make a true leap in status. That would have been worth it. Instead, they had used it here. Even though Graham had survived, he still couldn't bring himself to feel happy. As Graham kept sighing to himself, he failed to notice the strange look that crossed Zeke's face.

said Cynthia . " ok no problem ." replied Damon . " Guys i think we missed someone... we told nothing to ada and Sheldon ." said Davina . " Don't even mention their names .. the whole school might know what happened with me and that sheldon he didn't even come to see me ." snapped Jackson . " Oh shit we forgot ." exclaimed Cynthia . " What now ?" asked Dvaina . " We can't take Jackson back to school he was half dead just an hour ago and now he has not even a single scar everyone would be so suspicious and Damon can't compel the whole schgool ." said Cynthia .

“Are you being for real? “Amber questions as she stands. “Yes! “ Anthony replies. “There's no need to ruin the game. Amber, stop it! It's his birthday celebration. Cut him some slack. He doesn't want to do the dare. “ Damien says. Standing up and standing behind Anthony. “Then you, do it. “Amber says to Damien, and I almost have a heart attack. I look over at Athena in fear, and I see her eyes are also wide in shock. “ What? “Damien questions in surprise. “ Listen, I want to see some lip action. And yes, Anthony is the birthday boy, so he won't kiss her if he doesn't want to. But you can kiss her. Right? “ She says to Damien, and fear of rejection swallows me. “ Stop it, Amber. I'm not some