Jack Skellington X Reader Novels & Stories

I might be a veterinarian doctor, but I’m fascinated with the human body as well. Axel is smiling innocently at me, and I have to avert my eyes to keep myself from running away. My teeth grace my lower lips, and my cheeks are burning like the pits of hell. "This is so embarrassing..." "Why?" He asks. "We all have hobbies, My lovely wife, and it's perfectly normal to read books. I also like to read, so you don't have to be shy about reading 'How To Kill Like A Serial Killer,' since I'm sure the plot is deep and memorable."

“And they were kissin’ so much they didn’t even notice us. We waited, but it didn’t seem like they were ever gonna stop. They were kissin’ forever.” Keely groaned. Her forehead fell to Jack’s chest. “See? Now everyone knows we were sucking face.” Jack kissed her crown. Twice. “And we’da gotten away with it too if wasn’t for them meddlin’ kids.” She snickered and looked up at him. “I never would’ve pegged you as a Scooby Doo fan.” “I have Scooby Doo boxers.” “Aren’t you full of surprises?” “You’ve no idea of the surprises I have in store for you.”

Jack walked up to his desk and immediately turned on his computer. After entering his password and fingerprint, the computer did not start up as usual, but instead went black. He furrowed his brows, feeling a sense of foreboding. Just as he was about to shut down and restart the computer, several animated characters suddenly appeared on the screen. Richard sometimes watched cartoons, and Jack had seen them occasionally when he visited his old home. He recognized the characters as Peppa Pig and her family.

Quinn sighed and replied, “Nothing, Mr Norton. You’re delaying my readers… people who’ve actually read my books and genuinely want to have their books signed by me. Please excuse me.” Jake glanced at Quinn without showing his emotions on his face. He turned and walked away, letting Quinn let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. ‘Oh my God! I almost fell for his handsome face,’ she mused. After taking some cold water to cool herself, she smiled at the next reader who came up to her, “Hi, hun. What’s your name?” ... An hour later, Quinn blinked as she stared into familiar grey eyes. Her jaw dropped as she asked, “Mr Norton, haven’t I already signed your book?” ,

"Hey, Sis. Need a lift?" A silver "Aero-Skiff" hovered beside us. Standing on the deck, wearing a pilot’s headset and a grin that was pure trouble, was **Jax**. Not the monster. Not the "Hollow." The **Digital Jax**. The dog. The "Sliver." "The 'Real' world is too quiet, Elara!" Jax laughed, his tail wagging so hard the skiff wobbled. Behind him was a fleet of "Glitches"—entities from the simulation who had refused to be formatted.

Sabtu malam di sebuah kamar yang penghuninya sedang asyik sendirian. Entah apa yang sedang dikerjakan Janu. Matanya fokus dan tak berkedip menatap layar laptop. 'Jack, nongkrong, yuk.' Sebuah pesan masuk ke ponselnya. Ternyata dari Abraham. Janu yang sedari tadi hanya bermalas-malasan segera membuka dan membacanya.

And whenever I glanced at him,his eyes seemed cold and calculating, sending shivers down my spine. "And there was a time Jack here was going through a phase" Charlotte giggled and Jack groaned and placed his hands over my ears and I couldn't help but laugh. "Do not listen to a word she is about to say" He whispered and I slapped my hand over my lips and glanced at Bertha who glared at us. "... He was 14 and decided he wanted to be a gothic boy" She laughed again and shaker her head, her eyes distance for a second like she was remembering.

Adds Chris. Everyone looks back at me, all waiting for some fort of response or reaction from me. At this point, I couldn’t contain my laughter anymore. “Oh my God, are you freaking kidding me?! That’s a good one!” I continue laughing as I tried to catch my breath. I mean, these guys were joking right? Any person who reads werewolf fiction novels could know this in a heartbeat. And I should know, for I am one of those people. No one else was laughing, especially Jackson. He just kept a straight face.

She looked away and continued fiddling with the keyboard of her system. "I thought you had read the book," Danica said in a calm voice. Helia rolled her eyes and thought of how much a chameleon Danica was. "Mr. Wilkinson, I never knew you'd like books like this," Danica said and Mr. Wilkinson smirked "I'm a were-creature enthusiast. I would read any book about were-creatures."

, and he could even hear her snore a bit-a little, adorably whiny sound. "She reads these kinds of stuff?" He questioned himself that quiet night, "She looks too gentle to take interest in reading these things." He thought, sighting a jotter in the middle of one of the books. He glanced over at Belle, and wondered if she would be upset if she knew he was poking around in her things. He sighed, and slipped her jotter in his pockets, putting the rest of the books away when she stirred in her sleep. "Jack? Is that you?" He heard her mumble sleepily, but he didn't respond. She seemed to be mindless of her environment. He silently got up and made for the door, waiting for her to drift back to sle