Jack Skellington Significant Other Novels & Stories

“It’s been five years since we broke up.” Jackie is my ex. I was dating her when the accident with Mr Christopher happened… I broke up with her and married Camille. Jackie was so mad when she discovered I was married. She even came to the house to cause a scene with Camille. After that day she vanished into thin air only to resurface now. At the worst possible time. She let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. “Oh, Leonard, you really haven’t changed.” Then her expression shifted slightly.

“Grandma, I heard from Chris that you were here, so I came to check on you. We’ve had a funeral in the family these past couple of days, so it wasn’t convenient for me to visit you at home. Are you not feeling well? How are the test results?” As she drew nearer, Mrs. Xander Sr.’s eyes naturally fell to Skyla’s legs. It was a fact that Skyla had been paralyzed years ago while saving Chris’s life. But the Xander family could never have accepted a woman who couldn’t walk into the family, much less as Chris’s wife. He was the heir to the Xander empire. Back then, when Skyla’s father had subtly brought up the topic of marriage, Mrs. Xander Sr. had taken the responsibility onto herself. She reject

It was a photo of herself getting an IV drip. There was a single comment beneath it. "Ha! You barren woman! You'll just end up unlucky without my son." Giselle frowned. "You should delete it. Don't worry. Not everyone has a mother like that." Larry's mother, Jaqueline Skinner, lacked manners. Just then, Giselle recalled something. She had heard that Jaqueline had been a mistress to Larry's father, Simon Barton. It was only after Simon's wife tragically passed away in a car accident that Jaqueline stepped into her role.

Mayers was less than impressed, to say the least when she found out that Jackie had actual assault charges against her. "Oh Melany, you are probably the only true friend my Jaqueline has." Her words ring in my ear as I remember the faithful day, Jackie and Henrietta Jones got into a brawl. Henrietta Jones is basically, a female dog, for lack of a better word. Since the day I got here, she's been like a thick in my butt. Her parents are Cornelius and Barbara Jones. They are both congressmen in the White House and are strict, to say the least. She also has an elder brother, Oliver Jones.

When she went three days without sleep at the company, Jared had also been outside for three days, meeting investors and drinking with them until he was admitted to the ICU for gastrointestinal bleeding. She had only focused on her own suffering, never realizing that she had not been the only one mentally and physically exhausted. “Miss Quinton, he once spent over ten days outside pursuing a technical breakthrough. The nurse said he was unreachable during that time, and he even missed his mother’s funeral.” “Yes. Mr. Strathmore has contributed far too much to the company.” “Miss Quinton, we cannot ignore this. Wherever Mr. Strathmore goes, I’ll follow.” More than a dozen voices rose in agree

I finally steer the conversation to something else than my inability to hit the same fields consistently. "Well, not much," he grunts, then squints at his own less than stellar result on the score board. "Much work, not much time for anything else with Alice flitting across the globe with her fashion shows. Guess the most noteworthy was that I met Jack Sullivan from college. Remember the guy who nearly blew up the dorm with his makeshift moonshine distillery?" "A great moment for us all, and definitely unforgettable," I muse, lost in the memory for a moment. "You at least didn't get busted for smoking pot! I still can't believe they just let you walk away like

"You're kidding. That's Fat Jack? Okay, that was mean, but it is what kids called him. Actually, Jack and I were good friends. We did a science project together. Is he married?" "He's widowed. His wife died of leukemia a few years ago. He's fair game and a real catch. I understand he's worth millions." "It looks like Becky's figured that out too," Meg observed. "Well, he could probably use a good blowjob. Hey, over there. Isn't that Danny Hightower? God, he's still a charmer. I bet he fucked half the girls in high school. Of course he never gave me a second look."

The correctional officer sighed heavily and hung up. Two years went by before Shane's name came up again. I was vacationing in Summerport with my new, younger boyfriend when the call came through. The voice on the line was detached and impersonal. "Ms. Smith, good afternoon. Mr. Jackson died of a heart attack yesterday at three. My condolences." I grunted an acknowledgement and ended the call. My new beau, five years my junior and ever so clingy, sidled up to me. "Who was that? You're making me jealous!"

"Oh please. My family wouldn't recognize me if I came all covered up. You must be new around here." "I am." "So what's your name, pussycat?" It occurred to him to take offense at her nickname, but that would indicate he cared what she thought of him. And he didn't. "My name is Jack. And my wife's name is Jill," he added pointedly. "Ooh, a man not afraid of commitment. I like it," she exclaimed. "Good for you. Now if you'll excuse me, I should go find her." Before he could edge around the busty brunette, Gina clasped his arm, in a grip he doubted he could pry off with a crowbar. "Forget your wife. You'll have more fun if you stick with me."

I fidgeted with my foot in the sand, embarrassed by his praise. “Thank you. You helped. You kept his girlfriend from completely freaking out,” I said quickly. I could still feel my heart pounding a million miles a minute and I wasn’t completely sure the whole thing hadn’t been a crazy dream. Adventure never happened to me. I was always the one who came in five minutes after the excitement ended, not the person living it. Once again everything felt surreal. “I think it was his wife. She had a big diamond on her finger,” he said with a smile. “I’m Jack by the way. Jack Saunders.”