Handsome Jack Fanart Novels & Stories

I’m about to pour a glass of wine when I feel Harrison’s hand at the small of my back. “You look like you’re already thinking about what’s going to happen next,” he says, voice pitched low, amused. “I’ve been thinking about it since this morning,” I murmur. That was when Jack changed a diaper one-handed while shirtless and sipping coffee, muttering about how he deserved a medal. The man has three Celtic tattoos, two of them vaguely threatening, and somehow still managed to look like a dad pinup from a calendar no one’s brave enough to print. And he wasn’t even trying.

I open my mind link and holler at him. “Hey, Jack. Up for a run in the forest?” I send him a message. “Sure bro. Will be out in a sec” I see his front door opening and out walks the handsome Jack. He is built like a rock. Broad shoulders, six-pack abs, and a height of six feet two inches. He has been my best mate since we were kids as he is the same age as mine. He found his mate when he turned eighteen and has been happily living with her since then. He even managed to get her pregnant. He walks towards me leisurely.

The firelight caught the zigzags of white paint from their bodies and light metal armor, making the creatures seem rather formidable. One thumped his chest with a thumb and said, "Oskowa," in a deep voice. His green eyes stared firmly into Jack's. His strong arm muscles were not hidden by the paint. Though, he was only as tall as Alex's shoulder, he was the tallest of all the others. Jack stood tall, his two meter figure towering over the man like a giant. He thumped his own chest and said, "Jack. Then he pointed behind him. "And this is Alex."

Let me introduce you to Jack. Jack was across the room sketching on a sketch pad. Jack was a tall man of at least six feet. He seemed to tower over my little five foot two Tabi. He had visible tattoos. He seemed gentle and had a genuine looking smile. I noticed when he offered Tabi a hand shake that her hand basically fit within his palm.

"No. Clearly, those were compliments—I love guys who wear their hearts on their sleeves. And your face perfectly represents how you feel on the inside; dead." Jack turned around with a lifted eyebrow. Tanja held her breath when the mate-bond kicked in between them. Her mate had a bad boy vibe surrounding him, and she liked it. His white hair was shorter on the sides but shaggy on the top, falling into his eyes framed by crazy long eyelashes. Tanja felt the sudden urge to touch his hair and see if it was fluffy, but she resisted the temptation. It was clear her mate didn't like her. Tanja was frozen by his glare. Jack looked high-handed and assured, flush with an arrogance that said he was us

Belinda kept on complimenting the food nonstop. She was honestly shocked my Dad made it. Honestly none of those actually got to me, I was just sitting at the table doing my best to avoid eye contact with Jack. Which was honestly impossible because he was sitting down directly in front of me. I used a few seconds to admire him. Jack was stunning, very neat well kept and decent. He was a pretty blonde man, with perfectly blue eyes, a sharp jawline, which look like he was crafted by Zeus himself his blonde hair was curly and short. He was too perfect to be real. He had on a white T-shirt that exposed all his muscles, those muscles I’ve only seen on the phone, I was seeing his live and direct.

The way his fingers moved across the keyboard, his jaw tense in concentration, and the faint shadow of stubble lining his face made him maddeningly attractive. Jake and Jack couldn’t have been more different. Sure, Jack was handsome, but it wasn’t the same. Jack’s good looks were the polished, magazine-cover kind that screamed privilege. But Jake? His handsomeness was raw, rugged, and unpolished, like someone who had earned every inch of their success. And that work ethic? Jack couldn’t hold a candle to it.

“You keep telling me that. You are right, as I choose reality, I choose being positive. As you already discovered I go off on my own. The picture always in my head, this little old lady with one big ass Harley Davidson all chrome monster of a motorcycle.” Jack burst out laughing, then stopped surprise about the sound. Jazz instantly reach out and touch his hand looking into his eyes. “Guess what Jack, I can see picture you also on a Harley. But at the moment I am a bit in conflict.” “About what?” he just had to asked. “I know I am cool and collected. You I still have to decide between raspberry grey or smooth silvery.” “Are you saying you can actually picture me already as an old man? I can’

But, handsome didn’t even begin to describe the man. Jack was tall, about six foot three inches. He had dark brown hair that curled up at the edge of his collar. His eyes were a rich, deep brown, almost mahogany, and his face had chiseled features with a strong jaw. There wasn’t a damn thing about the man that didn’t sizzle.

Ana looked at him a little confused and Jack raised both his hands into the air in surrender before she realized he was trying to make her less uncomfortable. “I'm all yours, Anastasia.” Jack said with a smile. Ana immediately reached for the knot of his robe and loosened it before she got her hands on his shoulders to take the robe off of him. The first thing Ana took notice of while pulling his robe was the deep rough scar on his right chest.