Hugh Jackman X Reader Novels & Stories

He laughs holding the drink then takes the moment to make fun of me. “You want me to tell everybody here in the bar that the fighter, The Sickle, undefeated UFC champion spends his nights reading romantic novels, this fucked up girly shit, 50 shades of gray, is that it, man? Where is your poetry notebook, you still do that shit, old man?” I don’t answer, telling him to speak low, I raise my middle finger and start to laugh alone, while I prepare an orange juice for myself. “You know what, Jack, go fuck yourself.”

Everyone paid and our beautiful couple got their HEA. Want to take this place to give special thanks to some of the best readers I have. My constants, my support, my bridge in hot water, my shield and sword— Analu Gavica, Debsue (Debbie Gall), Taliha Hoque, and Manjusha (someone I met recently through Ex-wife book). Thank you so much, guy. You made me want to finish this book. Without your constant messages, I wouldn't have known this book was being read. Because obviously not being able to update frequently made this book not get recognized. Well, I'll always be regretful for not being consistent. But still I'm happy. Not today, maybe one day Kyle and Jasmine will have more people witnessin

They didn't have to see him twice, didn't get to know his name and coming at night meant they couldn't find their way back. If they did somehow come back, they would find a different person than they thought. The man whose face they never saw while he fucked them wasn't the scarred being that opened the door. Not that any of them came back anyways. The ringing of Jack's phone interrupted his thoughts. "Yes, father?" Meghan Meg raised her head from the letter she was reading to look at the library door when she felt somebody's gaze on her. "Hey, Jake," she said "How's our writer?" Jake asked, smiling.

Her mind refused to connect him to the most famous script writer in the country. "Good day sir, I am thankful for the compliment," Alexa commented as she reached out her hands for a handshake. She had already guessed the identity of the old man on seeing him. After all, her investigation showed that the old man had a strange habit and could go days without eating or dressing well just to get a good script. He was a total workaholic and a movie fanatic! "No no, no, no, no... I should thank you ... Thank you for coming into this world, my script would finally have a life with you in it, it would not just be a dead movie anymore." Tears gushed out from Jack's eyes as he held Alexa's hands.

Then after painfully long seconds which felt like short ones to Jack, Hunter lit the lighter and let it fall between the old man's legs. What happened next left everyone questioning everything they thought they knew about Hunter MacIntyre. Tbc... Follow me @chantinglove138 for details and updates about the books etc

The idea made me giggle a little as she pulled out a magazine. On the cover was a black and white photo of Jack with the tag line: Billionaire Bachelors. Seeing him took my breath away and made my insides ache. I missed him and my plane wasn’t even back in the states yet. The woman flipped to the article, Jack’s eyes catching me from the page. I wished I could take the magazine and hold him close to me again. I didn’t expect to miss him like this. The woman gave me a dirty look for reading over her shoulder and angled the magazine away from me, flipping to a new story about a basketball star’s lavish wedding.

Heat pools like water behind a dam. “Ride him, pet.” “I’ll drown him!” Harrison laughs. “If he dies, he dies.” “Everyone should die doing someone they love,” Gavin adds. “You two are impossible⁠—” But then Jack shifts, his tongue swirls, and I lose my ability to speak. Only moan. Harrison joins us, standing on the bed right in front of me. “Open that pretty mouth of yours for me.”

“I sure as hell don’t need to know that she can take you both at the same time.” “Shut up, young man.” One of the older guys by the dart boards called out. “I want to hear about that!” “So do I!” the woman by his side called out. Shaking his head, Jack continued. “I don’t need to know that her cunt is your first meal of the day. Or that she loves a whip to her back. Or that she likes it while strapped on a cross.” “She does like her crosses.” Reed said not trying to hide his amusement.

He asked. Lexi worked at swallowing her potatoes first. She tapped the blue book on the table. "I was reading this book today. It's about a man named Martin that gets reanimated and he can hear a voice named Angel. Then he meets up with a girl named Carmen and they search for a dead body." "Dead bodies? What kind of books are you reading? Maybe you should stick to something with bunnies in it or something." Jack went to take the book from her. Lexi slapped her hand on the book. "No please, don't take it. I'm not finished yet." Her pleading eyes looked up at him.

Chase warns him. “The weird little thing I couldn’t figure out has shown its purpose. It’s positioned perfectly at my clit, and it’s sucking while Hudelone rails into me. Heat burns through my bones, and I’m silenced by the pleasure that builds,” Jax reads aloud with a grin. “Okay, stop reading the fucking book!” Chase laughs, shaking his head as he walks off. “I’m reading them all. Every single one of her books,” Jax smirks, clearly enjoying himself.