Jackson Sentence Examples

Before I could answer Jackson, he began questioning.

Jackson wrote copious notes.

The only item of information I'd withheld from Detective Jackson was that the assailant had asked me where everybody else was.

Jackson had stopped by for Bumpus who reluctantly jumped into the back seat like an arrested felon.

Jackson drove for a while before heading to Elisabeth's.

As Jackson moved away, I heard him say to another officer, "Put a guard on him until we find out what happened."

It was apparent by the look on Jackson's face.

I'd not remembered that tidbit when Jackson first questioned me, but even now, I was reluctant to move his inquiry in that direction.

Then I remember Detective Jackson.

I couldn't think of a logical way to advise Detective Jackson.

Then I remembered Detective Jackson.

Detective Jackson's voice surprised me.

I needed time to formulate a response to Detective Jackson's questions but I wished I had some idea of the extent of what he knew or had deduced.

With my mind harried with Jackson's summons, I'd temporarily forgotten my call to Daniel Brennan.

Knowing the local police included Detective Jackson, I suggested he contact the Simi Valley attorney first to find out if the vehicle I saw was in fact his.

I related that Jackson spoke to our California associate.

Smart guy, this Jackson; you are holding back.

It might make me a few minutes late meeting with Jackson but all the more time for Brennan to speak with him first.

If I hadn't been summoned to Detective Jackson's office, I would have gone there anyway.

Jackson must have seen me drive up because he was waiting by the door.

Detective Jackson looked up at me.

Whether it was the panic in my voice or my description of the facts, Jackson was beginning to realize the seriousness of what might be happening in his jurisdiction.

I explained the situation briefly and the patrolman recognized I was the object of the call he'd just received from Jackson.

Jackson put out the word on the vehicle description and plate number.

I never did find out what Howie told Detective Jackson but whatever was said, it put Jackson in a tizzy.

Thankfully, Brennan or someone he contacted straightened Jackson out.

Does Jackson know about Howie's capabilities?

Earlier, my wife had taken care of all the logistics of our travels while I locked up the house and called Jackson to tell him we would be out of town for a couple of days, retrieving Howie from California.

Though I was anxious to speak with Detective Jackson for an update, it was too early to call.

I didn't at first recognize the New Hampshire number but remembered I'd given mine to Detective Jackson.

Jackson must have thought I didn't hear him because he repeated what he'd said.

Jackson hadn't mentioned her!

I blurted out as soon as Jackson thankfully answered.

Jackson took a moment to respond.

I blurted out my suspicions to Detective Jackson and said a prayer.

I answered to detective Jackson.

Wait a minute, he said just as Jackson answered my cell.

Autumn had begun to creep over New England, promising to transform the landscape into the backdrop that Jackson Parrish so loved.

Jackson rounded the corner onto Elm Street toward the Renaissance inspired estate he currently called home.

Jackson did not feed recklessly like many of his kind.

Jackson considered feeding a sport; one he excelled at.

Jackson called to his housemate and best friend.

If Jackson was Adonis, then Sarah was Aphrodite.

Like Jackson, she moved with incredible grace, seeming to float rather than walk.

Jackson had already begun pouring a rare single malt.

Jackson was thrilled at the thought of spending a decade or so at his favorite home, claiming North America to be fresh and new.

Struggling with consciousness, Jackson first noticed the intense burning in his throat.

The woman relaxed somewhat and lifted her face to appraise Jackson.

Jackson crouched in front of her to meet her gaze.

While stroking her hair, he spoke softly, "My name is Jackson Parrish, and as God is my witness, I will do all in my power to correct this situation."

Jackson rose and spoke with authority.

The man who opened the door pushed Jackson against the wall, holding him easily.

Jackson held the goblet, mortified, yet he had never felt such a hunger, nay––lust, as he did for the contents.

Upon reaching the first floor, Jackson realized they were in a castle.

She turned to Jackson with pleading eyes as he entered his room.

Sarah broke the silence with a tenuous giggle that evoked a twisted smile from Jackson.

Sarah held Jackson's hand as they discussed the reality of their situation.

Jackson recognized the black eyes as soon as they were leveled upon him.

Immediately upon stepping over the threshold, Jackson's sense of smell took over.

Jackson moved closer, inhaling deeply, while bitter tasting saliva collected in his mouth.

The woman focused on Jackson and smiled.

Sarah's eyes were wide as saucers and Jackson knew he had no choice.

Jackson pulled the woman even closer and continued the assault until Gabriel ripped him off her yelling, "I said, that's enough!"

Jackson closed his eyes and nodded to her.

Jackson asked, "Aren't we to be fed?"

Gabriel brought his face to within inches of Jackson's.

Jackson could not bring himself to return Sarah's gaze.

They were quiet for a time, before Jackson summoned the courage to speak.

Sarah and Jackson spent the night becoming acquainted as well as discussing plans for escape.

Sarah felt unsure about running at first, however Jackson held strong to his conviction that death would be preferable to living as a minion for a madman.

Jackson began to accept his fate and found comfort in the fact that none of his victims remembered his attacks.

Jackson said, I think we should stay away from populated areas, the forest is our best chance to stay hidden.

When Jackson felt they were a safe distance from the castle, they stopped to make plans.

Sarah broke down weeping at the hopelessness, and as much as Jackson desired to comfort her, he could not find the strength.

Jackson heard a noise and motioned to Sarah to silence herself.

Sarah and Jackson stayed a safe distance."You are not here to kill us?"

Gabriel had spoken of immortality, but Jackson had not given much thought to it, until hearing these words.

Marie and Frederick consumed two vials each, leaving the majority, which Sarah and Jackson greedily consumed.

Jackson felt awed by the love Marie and Frederick shared.

The concern on Frederick's face gave Jackson pause.

Questions bombarded Jackson's thoughts, yet he sensed if he were too bothersome, their chaperone might shut down.

Jackson leaned forward and touched his knee.

The gravity of the situation encompassed Jackson, his breath became shallow.

Jackson held Sarah's hand as a gesture of comfort.

Jackson spoke, relating all he deemed pertinent.

Jackson managed to stand tall and keep eye contact, although, he was a breath away from begging for their lives.

Sarah and Jackson were instructed to drink from the goblet.

Jackson knew Sarah would talk when she felt ready.

Jackson had lost count of the times she found 'The One', only to have her heart broken months or years later.

Jackson brooded "It's like having sex with a butterfly."

Jackson would never forget that bastard.

Jackson had a bad feeling about him from the start.

Jackson hunted him down, beat him mercilessly, and then threatened to stake him if he ever went near Sarah again.

Jackson felt she should wait a bit longer, but she was determined.

Jackson collected their glasses and poured their fourth drink.

Jackson took her face in his hands and found her eyes.

Jackson could always make her laugh regardless of her misery.

Jackson returned to the drawing room to find Sarah exactly where he left her.

Jackson's hair was still wet and slicked back.

As he approached the door, Jackson thought about the last time he used this room.

Jackson would argue, "When all is said and done, if you handle them properly, you know they love it too."

Unfortunately, Jackson realized too late that Cassandra was a crazy bitch, and needy as hell.

Jackson unlocked the door and stepped into the room.

Jackson brushed him aside as if he were a house cat trying to get out.

Jackson rolled his eyes.

Before Connor had spat out the itch in bitch, Jackson was across the room and had picked him up by the throat.

Dropping him on the sofa, Jackson sat back in his chair and crossed one long leg over the other knee at the ankle.

Now we're getting somewhere, Jackson thought.

Jackson groaned, "Again, no patience here."

Connor finished his second drink and Jackson could see by the softening around his eyes that the alcohol had started to work its magic.

With that, Jackson left the room, locking the door behind him while Connor stared after him, mouth agape.

Making his way to the first floor, Jackson noticed he was feeling weary from all this drama, and also a little hungry.

Truthfully, Jackson had no idea what the human would do; he just didn't have the heart to tell her.

No one would ever be good enough for Sarah in Jackson's eyes, however, as far as boyfriends went, this guy seemed pretty amiable.

Jackson could see it in his eyes.

Jackson was always ready to influence people, yet Sarah insisted they use that as a last resort.

Jackson held his hand up.

Sarah could never understand why; she guessed it was some macho alpha male thing, but Jackson would occasionally go out looking for trouble.

The downside was someone always managed to hit Jackson with a bullet or two or drive a knife into him, and break the tip off in a bone.

Jackson had developed quite a discerning palate over the years.

Jackson had rules about his victims.

Jackson pursed his lips.

Jackson shook his head with disgust.

Jackson rose and held her hands.

Jackson always picked some condescending nickname for her beaus.

Jackson knew he had his work cut out for him in order to be back in less than three hours.

There stood a tall bleached blonde who, Jackson guessed to be in her mid-forties, but she appeared younger thanks to cosmetic surgery and Pilates.

Jackson had taken her elbow, mostly to move her along a little faster.

Most of Jackson's clothes, especially his suits, were custom made or straight off the runway from Paris or Milan.

Claudia put on a pout, thinking she had misread Jackson's intentions for her.

Jackson could see this guy needed some motivation to move fast.

Jackson turned his attention to Claudia, who stood motionless.

Jackson stopped and gently pushed her against the brick wall they were walking by.

Jackson kissed her gently, then took her arm once more.

Jackson asked for the first floor to avoid a long elevator ride.

Jackson didn't believe that for a second, but if she wanted to play it that way, fine.

Jackson proceeded to pleasure her in ways she had never experienced, asking nothing of her.

Jackson brought his lips to her ear.

Jackson put his index finger on her lips to silence her.

Jackson had gone to town on foot.

Holding up the suit, she yelled, "Jackson, you will never wear this!"

The thought did cross her mind that, although the suits were sub par for Jackson, they were much nicer than any Connor owned.

Maybe if they worked things out, she would take Jackson up on his offer.

Jackson leaned back a little and clasped his hands behind his head.

Jackson began to recount the whole story and with all the "Oh my Gods!" and "You're kiddings!"

Jackson let out an exasperated sigh.

Jackson was right; she could barely get through five or six measures before the tears started to flow.

Jackson possessed a true passion for music.

Jackson stood at one of the cabinets and asked, "What's your pleasure Ma'am?"

Four of the music cabinets housed Jackson's works, the remaining two held other composers' music.

Jackson had not been composing much lately.

Jackson sat at the piano while Sarah found her usual chair, and grabbed a throw pillow to hug.

She certainly had seen her share of heartache, but unlike Jackson, she did believe it to be worth it.

Jackson was one of four siblings.

Although the Parrishes were a close-knit family, Jackson and Emily shared a special bond.

When Jackson came along, Emily decided he would be her baby and always took care of him.

Jackson finished playing and looked up at Sarah.

Jackson stood and retrieved the piece.

Sarah and Jackson's bedrooms were at opposite ends of the long hallway.

Jackson didn't concern himself, since he never brought women home.

Jackson had a strange dream.

Jackson knew the odds were that guy hadn't slept a wink all night, but he wanted her to wait as long as possible.

Jackson, please, I'm going nuts here.

She poured the coffees and headed to the door with Jackson behind her.

Jackson held back far enough so Connor would not see him, yet close enough to get into the room in a hurry.

Well, thought Jackson, he didn't rush her like he did me.

Jackson clenched and unclenched his fists.

Jackson said you could make me forget about you.

Jackson had taken a step forward, ready to enter the room, but stopped when Connor's voice quieted.

That did it for Jackson.

Jackson patted him on the back, "Rough night, eh mate?"

When they had finished their breakfast, Connor said, "Sarah, I'd like to talk to Jackson alone for a minute if you don't mind."

Jackson wondered where he was going with this.

Connor had his back to the door, but Jackson could see her.

No one would believe two people as attractive as Sarah and Jackson could be in a platonic relationship, so it kept the neighbors from gossiping.

Wow, thought Jackson, She really is going all in with this guy.

Jackson actually began to feel a little respect for the guy.

Jackson wondered, is this guy actually going to try to hit me?

Jackson pursed his lips and tilted his head slightly.

Jackson arched an eyebrow.

Jackson could hear the worry in her voice.

Jackson felt a little disappointed that Connor left.

Jackson considered his options for the day.

Jackson moved to get a better view.

While contemplating whether Freckles would be worth having to influence the other three or not, Jackson caught sight of someone in his peripheral vision.

Jackson mused, that must be natural.

Jackson was most definitely a leg man.

Please, call me Jackson.

Jackson felt a jolt go straight through to his core, leaving him breathless.

Jackson decided if things didn't turn soon he would have to influence her.

Jackson needed to make eye contact.

How do you do Jackson?

Jackson felt that surge again and almost forgot what he was doing.

By the time Jackson fully realized what had happened, she had disappeared.

Jackson flung him against the wall like a rag doll.

Jackson burst through the door with the girl in his arms screaming, Sarah!

If she died, Jackson would never forgive himself.

Jackson stood in front of the open refrigerator, taking out bags one at a time, tasting, then either putting them back or on the table.

She turned to Jackson, and could see that his thoughts were the same, so she put her arms around him.

Jackson jumped up and listened to her heart.

When the girl woke, Jackson went to the kitchen.

On the way home, Jackson cursed himself for his lack of self-control.

Jackson slowly went through the whole story with her.

Jackson stood close enough to hear both sides of the conversation.

Jackson flapped his arms and mouthed, "Go… Go!"

Jackson's had a rough night and I want to make sure he's ok.

Jackson twisted his face in a mock laugh and slapped his knee.

She pointed a finger at Jackson.

Jackson lost concentration in remembering her.

Jackson stood without saying a word.

Jackson felt a little more at ease.

Jackson longed to erase her memory, but thoughts of her invaded him constantly.

Jackson began tossing pieces of bread.

Jackson wondered what was different about her as well.

Jackson closed his eyes tightly in an attempt to summon courage.

Jackson grabbed it and said, "We'll talk about your art."

Jackson jumped away as she reached for it.

Jackson smiled then kissed her.

Jackson stood watching her, filled with emotion he could not define.

Sarah was in the kitchen when Jackson returned home.

Jackson always shared his conquests with her.

Jackson had a few hours before he needed to shower.

Jackson stood with his glasses and a Cheshire cat grin.

Sarah was waiting for Connor when she heard strange noises coming from Jackson's room.

Jackson closed his eyes, fearing his heart held nothing Elisabeth would desire.

Jackson glared at him as Sarah said, "Jackson is having a little trouble deciding what to wear on his date."

Jackson snarled, "You're one smart ass remark away from a dirt nap, Skippy!"

As he dressed, Jackson couldn't believe how uncertain he felt.

As he reached the door she called, "Jackson!"

Jackson stopped by the florist.

The whole time, Jackson admired her.

Jackson perused the room.

Jackson wanted to press her, yet thought better of it.

Jackson had chosen a restaurant with a bar area that had dancing.

Jackson told her that he and his sister moved back to Fairhaven three months ago, and their home had been in the family for generations.

Jackson wanted to ask her so many more personal questions.

Jackson couldn't take it any longer.

Jackson closed his eyes to fully appreciate her scent.

When they finished their drinks and were waiting for the check, Jackson asked, "Why did you lie about dancing?"

While driving her home Jackson asked if she would take a ride to the Berkshires with him the following day.

Driving home, Jackson felt oddly happy.

Sarah heard Jackson come in and jumped out of bed to get a report.

She stood at the doorway, surprised that Jackson was unaware of her presence.

Jackson knew he had to give her something or she would burst, and, truth be told, he was proud of her for acting so casually when he knew every fiber of her being wanted to jump up and down screeching, 'Tell me, tell me!'.

As she twirled to leave Jackson asked, "Hey, where were you last night?"

She grabbed his shoulders, gyrated a bit and squealed, No, Jackson and Elisabeth are.

A few minutes later Jackson entered.

Jackson grabbed a cup of coffee and hurried off to shower.

Jackson growled, "Get a room, would you?"

Jackson gave him the, 'I'm watching you' hand signal and let out a low chuckle.

Jackson had hoped to make plans with Elisabeth, but he couldn't very well ask her over and say, "Don't mind the steel shutters on all the windows."

Jackson drove a Porsche 911 turbo.

Jackson's smile broadened; he thought how much fun it would be to watch her as she ran from car to car in his stable 'oohing' and 'ahing'.

Jackson could not help but feel she had decided to let her guard down and give him a chance.

Jackson pulled the car into a spot, stepped out, opened the door for her and grabbed the basket.

Jackson left her to her thoughts for a while, then said, "You want to sit down or shall I bring your food to you."

Jackson felt an intense wave of emotion.

Jackson unwrapped it and held up the bottle of Cristal.

As Jackson packed up the basket, Elisabeth stood again admiring the valley.

Jackson let her go, sensing her discomfort.

They were mostly quiet on the ride home, both reflecting on how easy it was to be together, and Jackson enjoyed watching her drive.

Jackson grinned sardonically "Nah, not really interested, maybe some other time."

Jackson surveyed the room; there were canvases everywhere.

As he headed into Fairhaven carrying the canvas, Jackson realized with a start that he had not fed all day.

Sarah headed to Jackson and upon seeing the landscape said, That's beautiful.

She turned her attention back to Jackson.

Jackson smiled, remembering how she had almost polished off the prime rib.

Jackson gave him an appreciative glance and said, "My little girl is growing up."

Jackson collected his painting and glass.

Jackson found Sarah sitting in the drawing room sipping coffee.

The full moon had always been a time that Sarah and Jackson spent together.

Jackson had never been so happy, and at ease, and she loved Connor with all her heart, yet she was a little sad, feeling they were growing apart.

After dinner, Connor helped Jackson put up the shutters, then they sat down for a drink.

Jackson started a fire, stood staring into it for a few minutes then said, "I'm going up, goodnight kids."

Jackson went out for a drive in the morning.

Jackson felt his pulse quicken.

Jackson was starting to like this guy.

Jackson kissed her and looked out at the blue Jaguar.

Sarah floated into the room as Jackson took Elisabeth's coat.

Jackson pretended to whisper, but said loud enough for anyone to hear, Messy divorce.

Elisabeth appraised Jackson then Sarah.

They all laughed and Jackson said, "Let me get drinks."

The women delved into small talk, and as Jackson turned, he noticed Connor standing stone still in the middle of the room, staring at Elisabeth.

Jackson smiled to himself.

While Jackson made drinks, Sarah introduced Connor who was thinking, cripes another one.

As she was practically being dragged up the stairs, Elisabeth looked back at Jackson.

Jackson often joked that the day would come when she would spend more on a pair of shoes than he did on a car.

Jackson, I'm really sorry about before.

Jackson gave him a 'Really?' sneer.

Sarah had left her door open so Jackson could hear fairly well.

Absolutely not, you stay here with Jackson.

Elisabeth sat next to Jackson.

The conversation flowed freely and it was clear to Jackson that everyone was enjoying the evening.

When they had finished dinner and were having port back in the drawing room, Jackson asked, "Now that you've seen Sarah's shoe closet, would you like to see the rest of the house?"

When they made their way to Jackson's room, she immediately noticed her oil.

She turned to Jackson.

We're going to get Jackson to play for Elisabeth.

The two were at the door and Sarah crooned, Jackson promised he would play for us tonight.

He looked at Jackson.

She could see Jackson didn't want to play, but she really wanted to hear him, had a feeling Sarah would win in the end.

Jackson sat and broke into a spirited arrangement of "The Entertainer."

Jackson leaned close to her.

Jackson leaned his elbow on the piano and watched her, fully amused.

Jackson pulled her in by the waist.

Sarah continued her protest until Jackson admonished her, "What have we said about whining in front of company, you know it's not polite."

Jackson gave her a half grin.

Jackson touched her cheek.

As they neared her car Jackson asked, "When can I see you again?"

Jackson brushed her face with the back of his hand.

Jackson busied himself as best he could during the week.

Thursday night, Sarah, Connor, and Jackson were having dinner when Jackson said, "Sarah, I need you to do something for me tomorrow night."

I'll stay, you up for a game Jackson?

Jackson poured a drink and a glass of blood, then sat at the board.

Jackson actually felt sorry for the guy.

Elisabeth opened the door before Jackson had a chance to ring the bell.

Jackson handed her a box.

Jackson asked, "So, are there any last minute things you need done?"

Jackson walked around taking in the art, and searching for three oils he intended to buy.

Jackson stayed back admiring the artwork for a minute, before following her to the living room.