Handsome Jack Fanart Novels & Stories

“I just thought I’d dress up. You know, in case the Alpha happens to pass by.” Fatima choked on her drink, coughing as she tried to hold back her laughter. “Well, good luck with that,” I said, trying to keep a straight face. As if on cue, Jake appeared in the doorway, fresh from training and looking as effortlessly handsome as ever. His shirt was damp with sweat, clinging to his toned body, and his hair was tousled in a way that made him look annoyingly attractive. Tammy’s eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas morning.

Most of the people Jack surrounded were like that—men who looked like underwear models because they spent half their waking hours at the gym. Many of them were, in fact, underwear models. I was halfway into pouring a bottle of whiskey when Jack appeared. He’d thrown a bathing robe over his naked body but left it open in the front, showcasing his smooth underbelly and soft cock. His ruby piercing glimmered in his belly button. I put the beer bottle on the table and closed the laptop. It was basic respect, right? We hadn’t seen each other since last night—watching him getting railed today didn’t count as seeing each other in my mind. Hi, baby,” my boyfriend purred. Once upon a time, that gree

Jack took me from different positions two times before he walked me to bed, spilling quickly and saying, "As much as I would like to carry this goddess to the bed, my old bones can't afford it." He was a perverted gentleman. He fúcked me one more time in bed before laying on top of me, playing with my titties. "I'm enchanted by your beauty." He panted. "It'd be a shame if you end up in jail. Men like me need that gorgeous pússy." Jack kissed my nipples after suckling them. His mouth was hot and trembling on my skin. "So... What are you going to do, Jack?" I asked even though I knew his answer.

"But I can't see." Jack casually glided toward her, his walk smooth and confident, his silver hair styled back from his face, showcasing his handsome features. The ice blue eyes, high cheekbones and pore less face still looked the same after a decade. Staying young forever was why he took souls. He took their youth. Demetria began to shake with nerves. She wanted to run, but knew it wouldn't do any good, because he would catch her. "Demetria. You're just as beautiful as I remember. I love your hair.”

a smug tone said from behind me. My heart dropped. No. It couldn’t be. I turned around, Jack. He stood by the fountain, hands in his pockets, wearing that same arrogant smirk I remembered from the welcome-back party. His blond hair was perfectly styled, his jaw sharp, his expression even sharper. “Jack?” I breathed. “The one and only.” He grinned, walking closer. “Wow, Hannah Black in the flesh. I was beginning to think you vanished off the face of the earth.” Piper stiffened beside me. “You’ve got some nerve showing your face here after what you did at that party.”

The monsters humans became; the monsters weak, and disobedient rogues would be turned into and experimented on. “Well, don’t think too hard. We have a meeting with the King and Finn shortly. Seems they got some new Intel. There was a hint of excitement in Jack’s voice and I looked over to the chair he was sitting in. His dark blue eyes were misleading. To most, he looked like a happy-go-lucky sort of guy. In reality, he was a sadistic, egotistical maniac. “Are you thinking about your little Dire Wolf we saw up north?” His mouth slinked into an evil smirk, the corners turning upwards into a wicked grin. I was, but not in the way he was thinking.