Jack Skellington X Reader Novels & Stories

I could not read the name of the book until he handed it to me, surprisingly. "To make you sleepy," he said. I took the book from his hand and gave him a puzzled look. "From my favorite author." I looked down, and my eyes flew wide as I read the letter in the book. A romance novel by Jakara Blue. "Kim, is she a writer?" I asked, repeating each word twice before I got it perfect. I couldn't understand why I overreacted. My crazy heartbeats also added up, messing my emotion completely.

I saw a lot worse in my line of work, but every time I came across something like this, I couldn't help but feel sad. Jackson was tall, with dirty blond hair bordering to red and freckles scattered all over his cheeks and nose. He had a babyish face. If he was a comic book character, he'd definitely be Archie. The desk across from the bed was flat on the floor, along with papers and stationery which appeared to be scattered everywhere. A black diary was face down.

Everything about him screams power and sex—there is a smirk aroused on his lips and a sparkle in his eyes. His jawline is amazing; I wonder what it would be like to kiss him. I yelled inside and blushed under my thoughts. "What are you doing in the library early in the morning?" His tender voice drew me back from my thoughts. Okay, Aurora, calm down with your dirty thoughts. "Werewolves!" Jack muttered reading the name of the book, which I was holding. "Oh yeah, I was reading about some supernatural creatures!" I chuckled while taking out the vampire book as well.

I can barely stand upright. Skylar: rubbing it in my face now? FUCK OFF!! Rabbit: ;P Skylar: wait so if you got dicked by your professor(HE WAS MINE!)…what about hawk-man?

* She clung to that, her heart aching but holding on. Back in Jack’s room, she sat by his bed, reading from an old journal she’d found at home, one from college when she’d loved him secretly. *Jack smiled at me today, and my heart flipped. He’s Luca’s best friend, but I wish he’d see me as more.* The words mirrored Jack’s current mind, and reading them felt like stepping back in time, her love for him as strong now as it was then. Jack stirred, his eyes opening, his smile soft. “You reading something, Elle? You look all serious.”

Fifty Shades of Grey. He remembered the time Rohan came to his house with this exact book, laughing like crazy because his stepdad had caught one of his stepsisters, only twelve years old, trying to read it. The man had lost it. To make things worse, Harry had read some of it out loud, and both Rohan and Skull had nearly passed out from laughing. And now here it was, in Daisy’s hands. Why in the world was sweet Daisy reading this nonsense? And worse… why did the thought turn him on? Jaxon dropped into the seat beside her and noticed how she tensed slightly. “You read this stuff?” he asked, managing to keep a straight face, though it was hard.

Jack have a not so subtle cough, letting Jill know he was back in the room. "Jack!" Jill screeched. She stopped singing immediately. Her cheeks turned red. She was highly embarrassed. How long had Jack been inside the room? She turned the water off and reached for her towel. She wrapped the towel around her body and poked her head from behind the curtain. "Jack, how long have you been here?" Jill quizzed Jack. Jack smiled back at her, "Just long enough." Jill could die she was so embarrassed, "Can you give me a minute to get out and get dressed please?"

“Don’t play dumb here, okay? The chapter is calledB Jand from what I’ve seen so far, that’sexactlywhat it is about…ablow job…” “Oh, that,” Jack said like it was just now dawning on him, and he was very pleasantly surprised. With a content sigh he crossed his arms behind his head and stretched out his legs, crossing them at the ankle. “Alright then,” he said dreamily. “You wanted to read to me? Go ahead. I’m all ears…” He closed his eyes. “Well, maybe Wendy would like to read it to you herself,” Sarah scathed. “Or she might even be willing to throw in a demonst–”

Hunter asked, and the two ignored him. "What are you reading exactly? Is it romance? Action?" Edgar inquired. Joel answered after a yawn. "Sport anime, Haikyuu. I finished it." Then he yawned again. Yawn is something contagious. Just seeing him yawning made Edgar and Hunter did the same. “A werewolf reading human’s sport anime, that’s very odd,” Edgar laughed. “It will be more funny if a werewolf is reading romantic story,” Hunter added. As soon as he said that, the person standing in front of the line dropped a book.