Jack Skellington X Reader Novels & Stories

On its chest sits a card with the creature's picture and something written in letters I can’t read. “Me name is Skillys.” The creature says with something that could resemble a smile. The front teeth almost look like those of rodents and they have a slight orange tint to them. My jaw has fallen into my lap and I know I’m staring but I can't help it. After a short paus it continues. “Do thee have a name, human female?”

Leo walked over to the couch where Molly was and sat down with Priscilla in his lap, still wrapped around him. “She needs you today.” Molly said smoothing down his daughter’s hair. “I’m hers whenever she needs me.” Her father just grunted a response. To most of the people in the silent waiting room, it felt like years rather than just a little over an hour before the surgeon walked in. He was in his thirties and tall and skinny. Every Halloween the nurses tried to get him to be Slender Man. He had finally agreed to be Jack Skellington this year. “Reagan?” he called and the whole room stood up. “She’s in recovery. There are a few complications and we will be keeping her for a few days. She ha

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“Thanks. Gonna need brain-bleach to get rid of that image.” Cassie chuckles and takes a half-bow. “My pleasure.” I sigh, doing my best to repress images of Martha Wilkins (all three-hundred pounds of her) enjoying the latest Mills & Boon novel, say Midnight in the Desert, Midnight in the Summer, or, predictably, Midnight in the Harem. “All right, then. You’re free. Nothing coming until Monday morning. Got a shipment of comic books due. The York Book Emporium from Pennsylvania is sending us some of their overstock.”

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The sports guys, for some reason, always spent their lunch breaks at the gym, and of course, they were elites, so the school said nothing. The sounds of sneakers squeaking and skates screeching against the floor echoed through the large space. I saw Jaxson standing near the bleachers with Miller and Charles. I walked up to them, keeping my head down. "I fixed it, Jaxson." Miller looked at me and burst out. "Hey, look, it’s HULK, or should I say Jaxson's new muse?" "I think she is more like a sugar mummy," Charles added with a smirk. "You know, based on her size?"

"Thank you. So… about the book?" Jack handed me the smaller version. I flipped through its pages, and what I saw made my breath catch. This is my story. This is me. The book… it was my diary. Rewritten. But how? Everything that happened here was exactly what had happened back then. "Who wrote this book?" I asked, my voice low. "Some say she wrote it herself," Jack said. "Some say a human named Elias did. Others believe… it wrote itself." "Wow… so why did it stop? Why isn’t it finished?"

Skyla frowns, patting the bag as she says, “I don't know, but I can't shake the feeling there's something inside one of these books that will help us.” I give a half shrug, “If you think we need the books, by all means, bring them, Skyla, but I don't know when any of us will get time to read them.” Skyla takes another book from the shelf, saying, “Xavier and I don't require much sleep. We will read them.” Lilly chuckles, whispering, “If I didn't need sleep and had someone that looks like Xavier in my bed, I know what I would rather be doing.”

"Oh, where's Jerry?" "You ask Jerry to me at this hour? Of course he's still in the office stupid !!" replied Shaquelle, pretending he was pissed off. Tristan laughed, he immediately scratched the nape of his neck which was sure Shaquelle didn't itch. The embarrassment that Shaquelle always admires. Shaquelle went straight to her room, she took a lot of clothes and books from her collection. From the beginning, she loved to read everything she would read. Like novels and comics, romance and fantasy genres, anything that is imaginary, Shaquelle likes.

I assure her. “I’m much too busy to read,” she claims. I proceed to read two paragraphs out loud to her. She leans in to read along with me. I knew she would be hooked. Jackson peeks his head in between ours, startling us. “Such filth!” he teases. “How can you read that porn.” “Old man you need your eyes checked. There is not a sex scene on this page,” I inform. Jackson laughs, “But it does have sex scenes, doesn’t it?”