Jack Skellington X Reader Novels & Stories

I’ve set the table and poured my blood pouch into a dark cup to prevent upsetting the little angel. Theia questions me about my eating habits, and I have to give her credit. She hasn’t flinched or shied away once. She is just the sweetest angel, and I can’t help but wonder why I’ve never chased this life before. At Theia’s bedtime I read her Jack and the Beanstalk. She giggles every time I make the character's voices and sound effects. I’m a little sad when I finish the book and find she’s asleep; I want to read another.

I know Brianna feels like a third wheel, but this movie is for her. "Why does Jack Skellington open only the Christmas door? Can't he open one of the other holiday doors? Or is that in the next film?" Aiden asks with amazement. Apparently, he doesn't watch movies that often, and the werewolf in the film has him mesmerized as well. I should have seen this coming, but didn't unfortunately.

Instead, he pulls out the card, clears his throat like he’s about to perform on stage, and holds it up dramatically. “Ah, ah, ah,” he says, eyes gleaming. “Let’s do this properly.” He reads dramatically — “We slipped out one night to break in and watch some turtles doing it. I wanted to tell you how I felt, but I wasn’t brave enough. You’re like a drug that’s killing me … I get so high … and I can smell your scent for miles.” Axel lowers the card slowly. “Shit, what a load of crap.” “Yeah,” Jackson grunts.

"No. It's not exactly in keeping with the serious Alpha image." For the first time in years, I found myself genuinely smiling at him. "Your secret's safe with me." The moment hung between us, fragile and new. Then Jackson stirred, blinking awake with the alertness of a born predator. "Your Silver Star? Think Dean and Carter are going to have a heartache, both of them don’t know how to shut up about your novels when you only upload like three chapters at a time at most.” I couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. "Dean and Carter read my novels? The same guys who couldn't stop calling me a stray?"

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.

“Nope. Shell is a card-carrying member of the audiobook and podcast book club. I’m pretty sure that if she had to actually read something not for school, she’d probably burst into flames.” “She always has books with her.” “Zack is an avid reader. She gets him the book of whatever she’s listening to.” Neo leaned in close to her ear. “He’s recently discovered the draw of the H. E. A. And if it goes the way he’s hoping,” he lightly nipped at her earlobe. “they’ll be writing out their own pretty soon.” “What?” Jolene squealed and then moaned as his teeth grazed against her neck.

Sketch asked looking straight into my eyes. I grinned. “You both are observant.” I commented. “Don’t make a fool of us.” Doodle said. “Whoa! Fool, for real... look, it’s not like that. Okay, you are already here, you deserve to know everything.” I said. “They were all my characters in the Cataclysm.” “We just mentioned earlier, don’t make a fool of us, right?” Sketch said. “We read your story, you only have a few characters there.”

HERE LIE STORIES NEVER FINISHED, WORDS NEVER SPOKEN, LIVES NEVER LIVED. My stomach twisted. The paper under my boots shifted as the others stepped down behind me. More pages fell, landing on shoulders, in hair, on the backs of hands. One stuck to Jax’s jacket. He peeled it off and squinted at it. “‘The dragon decided he was tired of being a metaphor,’” he read aloud. “Okay, whoever wrote that? I want to buy them a drink. Or a therapist.” His attempt at humor landed like a thrown rock in wet sand.

"What was his name, Casey?" Tears spilled over her lashes and trailed down her cheeks. And for the first time she was able to admit that she was no longer his captive. Even if he opened the bars to her cage, she wouldn't run. First of all, there was no way off this damn mountain without a helicopter license and second of all she was falling deeply in love with the only human being that seemed capable of understanding her cracked heart. "I called him Jack," she whispered, then a slow, sad grin spread across her face. "After Jack Skellington from the Nightmare Before Christmas. My favourite movie of all time."

she asks. Jackson smirks as he gets up from his chair. “A green, furry, pot-bellied, pear-shaped, snub-nosed, humanoid creature with a cat-like face and cynical personality,” Jackson rumbles it off on one note and one breath. “Stink. Stank. Stunk.” River rolls her eyes dramatically. “So, madam, I’ll go take that shower.” He struts off. “You got my approval, Jackson Devil Blackburn,” she shouts after him. “You can buy a ring.”