Handsome Jack Fanart Novels & Stories

except from me of course. I'm also glad that Jack's heat has subsided, but one thing that was stuck on my mind was why his heat only lasts for 1 day, it would normally last a week for werewolves but then again, Jack is a human so it may work differently, but I am glad he doesn't feel any pain now. But back to the main topic, currently laying down on the bed and hugging jack, whilst admiring his sleeping face, his features look like a girls with soft silky skin that is light and smooth, light pink lips that looks sweet and kissable and long eyelashes which makes him look more beautiful. I am soo lucky to have him as a mate but he doesn't know that... yet.

But it seemed her pencil had a mind of its own and what she’d drawn was not and could not in any way be construed as anime. She couldn’t really blame herself, though. Jack was all the things! His sharp jawline and those heavy eyebrows. The strong blade of his nose and the way his hair framed his face. He was an angel—or a devil, depending on where you stood on the evil vs. beauty debate. Seriously, Michelangelo would have wept to chisel Jack’s likeness from marble. Dianna couldn’t help drawing him how she saw him, and she already had ideas of how to incorporate his dragon into the portrait. No one else would even know the dragon was there except her…she didn’t think so, anyway.

Clouds of nostalgia highlighted Jack's professional features; it was Bee's first time seeing him portraying something else than his usual coldness. Jack and Ryan were both stunning people, it was just that Ryan possessed a demonic charm and aura while Jack looked more of a workaholic. If both were made to stand for an auction together, most women would go for Ryan as that man looked dangerous but was naturally more charming. It was the halo that distinguishes men from each other and the aristocratic one that the Boss had was one that was rare to be found. The man looked outside the window, gazing at the never ending beauty of life. He started, "Me, Ryan and Catherine were childhood friends;

“I’m sorry if you feel that way, Jack. I’m just telling the truth.” “You’re really sorry?” He asked, smiling. “Really? You’re too kind, Jack. You’re too pure for our world," Damian sighed. “I always wonder how you survive without getting killed." As Damian and Jack sat in the sitting room, the atmosphere shifted. Jackson Hayes, a renowned doctor known for his dedication to saving lives and coming from a noble family just like Damian, entered. Jackson exuded charm and warmth with his strong, angular jawline, high cheekbones, and piercing blue eyes that sparkled with intelligence and kindness. His tousled dark brown hair and broad, genuine smile added to his natural handsomeness. His infectiou

But she was still the former queen of film and television, with many fans. She posted a picture of Jack's profile. His face was haloed by the sun, making his originally rugged facial lines appear soft and attractive. In the photo, he was silently looking ahead, exuding an air of nobility and maturity. It had to be said that Jack in this photo was handsome. And Ashley also wrote a caption - "In this life..." As for what she wants in this life, she didn't write it down, but it leaves people to wonder. Is it a lifelong love? Is it a best friend? Or is it something else entirely?

He does during rehearsal, and I’m not complaining. Jack strums a couple of cords on his Bass Guitar. Jack can give Dax a run for his money with the ladies; he has that whole surfie look minus the actual surfing going on; there is no doubt he is hot, blond sandy hair to his shoulders, ocean blue eyes and a golden tan. Yummy.

Jack did not even look back as he left the room. I let out a sigh and Ryan chuckled “Not a fan of the slutty nurse”. “Could she act anymore desperate?” “I don’t even think Jack realised, well until she put her hand on his arm. I am surprised he did not slap it away. He is not a fan of been touched”. “Maybe he likes her? She is his type after all”. “And how would you know what his type is?” “Come on its all over the magazines. He likes them busty and blonde, the more dressed up the better”.

"What's up man, where is your beautiful partner..." He said tapping on his shoulder, Damian looked at him for a second and bit his lips to suppress a laugh. Jack's face was full of makeup. Lilly tried her best to hide his bruised and swollen face behind makeup and she somewhat succeeded but jack was looking like a cartoon with all the foundation plastered on his face. "Don't laugh at me like that man, you have no idea from what I am going through..." He said sulking... "Then learn to keep your fucking mouth in control..."

Jack muttered. I shot a glare into the rearview mirror. Jack was busy texting, his thumbs flying across the screen. With his cropped black hair and mischievous light brown eyes, he looked like the boy who used to steal my cereal. But now, I saw the muscle definition in his arms, the predatory stillness in his posture. He was handsome, in that rugged, dangerous way they all seemed to be. "Jack?" "Yeah?" He didn't look up. "So... you're a wolf too?" I asked, keeping my voice casual, though my heart rate spiked.

I puffed out the breath I had dragged in slowly, locking eyes with Jack for the second time tonight since he had come to stand before me this time. He placed his hands on my bare biceps and squeezed a little, I blinked at him, drinking in how handsome he looked. Jack was exactly an inch taller than my six foot height, he had blonde curls framing his face and neck which made him look extra sexy, a cute perfect looking nose and a smile beautiful enough to make my breath catch in my throat each time he focused that bright beam on my face. He stroked my biceps slowly and I breathed out a deep sigh, life really is shitty and unbalanced, no one can convince me otherwise.