Novels by Jackson

Rose's POV: "I'm done here, Evans; I might as well drop the case too," I said before taking my leave from the prison. "Okay Rose, I'll see to that and will always be at your service when you need me," Evans swiftly responded. I drove off in my black sedan car with my shades worn too, as I sped with a million thoughts going on in my head.I felt relieved, and at the same time, my conscience realised that I have an unforgivable soul towards man and humanity, but nevertheless it was nothing but just total mood swings running inside my veins as well. How can I be with a man that shoves his dick inside a man's ass and still use that disgusting stick to dig right into my pussy too? It feels mentally tiring to me, and so irritating I can't stand it; I'm stressed in my double-crossed mind.THE FLASHBACK: I never believed that even the man that claimed he loved me had tricked me by adding separate papers stating his conditions: if I try to divorce him, no matter what, I won't have a taste o

Kellerman’s POV "It hasn't gotten to this, Rose," I pleaded. "No, Kellerman, you have hurt me too deeply. I feel less of a woman," Rose responded harshly. "Send your lawyer back and we can discuss this like husband and wife," I pleaded again with Rose. "Talk about what, how you call Myles baby, I can't live with a dickhead like you that his asshole is wider than that of his mouth," Rose strongly insulted me. "But you're cheating on me with my own employee, Jackson," I queried her. "Not until you began cheating on me first with that psychopath, that gay of yours," Rose spoke with spite against me. "Okay fine, you want a divorce, fine go ahead with it but trust me I'm going to fight you till the end," I swiftly replied to her. "What do you mean by that, you're going to fight me till the end?," Rose sounded a bit inquisitive. "You're not going to get away with this, with everything, everything, I own , Rose, I assure you that," I said angrily to Rose. "How dare you feel no remorse ab

“Oh my word!!!Jackson, what are you doing to my pregnant wife?” My husband said, extremely shocked and totally devastated. “Rose, why, Rose, why? How could you do this to me?”My husband felt betrayed as he lifted Jackson from on top of my body and gave him heavy blows all over his face and kicked his body so hard, expressing his uncontrollable anger and rage. Jackson didn’t fight back too, but he tried to fight his way out of his armour as he got the beating of his life. “Guards, guards, seize Jackson,” Kellerman screamed so loudly. I have never seen him feel so much rage before.I tried to intervene on Jackson’s behalf when he was heavily beaten by my husband’s security guards, and I threatened to call the police if he doesn’t let Jackson cook, my innocent poor lover.“Unlike other states, it is not a criminal offence to sleep with another man’s wife here in England,” I said, advocating for my poor Jackson. My husband was shocked, and after the heavy beatings he gave to Jackson,

Jackson all this while was in the bathroom, and this seems like the biggest test of my life, as I panicked harder than a woman in labour.I’m not coming out of this alive. I predicted breathing hastily. “Honey, are you back?” I yelled weirdly at the top of my voice so that Jackson, my lover, would understand my message. “Yes, I’m back, honey. Why did you lock the door at first?” He asked, but quite not in a suspicious way. “Nothing, love. How are you? I'm so happy to see you,” I said to him, smiling and trying to avert the topic.“I’m good, honey; you missed me a lot while I was away, right?” He asked. I grunted firstly while he wasn’t looking before I gave him a reply: “Why not, honey? Of course I did.” “Your trip was cut short; why?” I asked my husband, sounding a bit weird and unlike me. “Were you having such a good time without me?” He asked.“No, no, no, you know that’s not possible. Kellerman, I'm just curious, honey, that’s all. I spoke with so much indecisiveness. If Jackson

The man who just kissed my dear husband came looking through his window for the rat that is spying their necks out. My husband will seem curious too and also join him seconds after. For a second, I peed on myself as I became scared I might be caught; I wondered a bit what mess I had gotten myself into. “It’s a rat; maybe we should probably just leave it alone and continue making love, Myles; don’t you think?” My husband had told his supposed male lover.“Achoo,” I sneezed. “Did you hear that, Kellerman?” My husband’s male lover asked him. “Yes, Myles, it seems like someone is out there spying on us,” my husband concluded.I began sweating profusely all over me and panicked even more when I heard noises I suspected were footsteps from persons coming in my direction, probably the company’s security guards or staff.“Ohhh!!What should I do?” I panicked even harder. “Hey guards, come take a look around my office, check all the windows, including the backyard too, to see if there is an un

"Yesss, yesss, yessss," I screamed. I never believed in my wildest dreams that my billionaire sugar daddy was going to propose to me in that manner as he took me by surprise in his kinkiest kind of way.“And now I’m a queen,” I thought, because I’m going to get married to the king of steel in England, Mr. Kellerman, and now I will be called Mrs. Kellerman. “Where do you want to go during our honeymoon?” my fiancée asked. “I want to visit all the continents of the earth,” I said, feeling overexcited as I got him laughing at my jokes. After our trip to Ibiza we will be sealing our union, and we can finally be called ‘one.’.And after our trip, my fiancée’s lawyer had served me the contract papers, which I agreed to on my own specific terms.. In the contract lies our signatures as well as our conditions, which are as important too.I didn't go for anything way too beyond me, as my priority remains to spend my whole life with my husband and make his life a living hell if he ever tries