Sweet Magnolias Jackson 소설 & 이야기

Marigold bursts out, desperately pleased, pointing at the image of her father on the front of the magazine. “Oh my god, Marigold,” Jackson groans, leaning far over and reaching for it. But when his fingers curl around it Marigold gasps, clutching it to her. “My mystery hunk!” Marigold protests, her eyes going big and round with worry. “Yeah, Jacks!” I say, cackling a bit with glee, grinning at my mate. “It’s her book!” Jackson sighs and releases the magazine, letting her have it. “I’m taking that back the moment you learn how to read, Marigold.”

There was a lot to decipher from the brief conversation between Mason and Sieg. Jackson believed his years of education were for nothing because he clearly saw nothing more to the conversation. “Hmph.” Mason scoffed, his eyes reflecting a fleeting viciousness. Despite knowing Sieg was goading him into a confrontation with Kaze, Mason had to keep up appearances and stay civil. Sieg was one of the top eligible bachelors in Geranium City after all. “What brings you to Lilyrose ahead of time, Dad?” Jackson asked.

She just knew she had to get out of there. Rubbing her sore wrist, she stumbled through the front garden of the house. Empty cups and other rubbish were scattered on the lawn, making her pity whoever had to clean it up. The owner of the house was probably gone in fear of the police. She wondered how they'd react to two large wolfs in the living room and a blood stain on the floor. "J-Jackson?" She whimpered, feeling the tears roll down her cheeks. Hearing a groan come from the bushes, she tentatively walked closer to them only to see Jackson lying down with a bottle of Jack Daniels cradled in his arms. It looked like he was half asleep but she knew he was conscious when he started singing th

Jackson. Ashton’s entire body went rigid, and his hold on my hand tightened. Malcolm softly spoke, under his breath, “Ash, don’t let him get to you.” Every set of eyes in the bar was now focused solely on us. People had already pulled out their phones and started recording. Hmmm, maybe this wasn’t such a bad choice after all, if Ashton can keep his attitude in check. We might be able to score some sweet revenge. Jackson swaggered over to our table, and the first thing that hit me was the overpowering stench of his cologne. He must buy it by the gallon and bathe in it. Makes me wonder what he’s trying to cover up with such a strong scent.

Jackson’s territory. I adjusted the bouquet in my hand. Red roses. Big enough to speak before I could and tucked inside the flowers was her favorite dark chocolate caramel box and the vanilla cupcakes she used to eat every time she visited Lena. Jackson had told me. He didn’t have to, but he did. I sent Daniel to get them fast. If I were going to beg, I would beg properly. Even if she slammed the door in my face today, I would still come back tomorrow. The security man had already informed them I was here.

We park the car and get out. “You should know this about Jackson — he’s smart, dark, unreadable, but if he loves you, he’d kill for you. Quietly. Elegantly. And then make you tea,” Mel says as she hooks into me while we cross the pedestrian bridge to level 2 of Pier 39. The fragrance of the ocean wafting through the air excites me to the point of near-hilarity. As we continue, my mouth literally hangs open at all the sights that are impossible to take in at once.

He stood up, every muscle in his body coiled tight with the need to get away from this woman, this place, this entire situation that felt like a trap closing around him. Morgana watched him with those unreadable eyes, her expression neither disappointed nor surprised. Just observant. Just calculating. Like she was watching a chess game play out exactly as she had predicted. "You're making a mistake," she said. "It's my mistake to make." "Jackson won't think so. Not when they come for him." The name hit Liam like a physical blow. He froze, his hand halfway to the curtain, his entire body going rigid. The music pounded around him, the lights strobed and flashed, and Morgana Prescott smiled lik

I need to get it the fuck together. “How’d you sleep?” she asks Jackson, looking over her shoulder as she prepares her coffee. “I stayed with Daddy. He kept me safe,” Jackson replies between bites of bacon. “The Tall Man didn’t come back, but I did see him standing outside your door.” Scarlet’s face blanks. “Well, I’m going to be sleeping well tonight.” I laugh, wishing I could give her a similar offer. My bed is open to anyone scared of the dark tonight. “Are you still coming with us to Grammy’s tonight?” Jackson asks Scarlet.

Even though she should have known and understood why Jackson had left in the middle of their conversation. Megan, Jackson's beloved younger sister, had fallen ill. “Jackson.” Megan's voice finally made Jackson turn around. The woman was leaning weakly against the headboard. Her face looked pale. The IV line was still attached to the back of her hand. “I'm fine.” She tried to smile, though it was difficult. “You must have a lot to do at the office. I didn't want to disturb you.” Jackson let out a quiet sigh. “Then stop making yourself sick. You're pushing yourself too hard with your work targets.”