Romans & histoires Jack Skellington X Reader

He asked. Lexi worked at swallowing her potatoes first. She tapped the blue book on the table. "I was reading this book today. It's about a man named Martin that gets reanimated and he can hear a voice named Angel. Then he meets up with a girl named Carmen and they search for a dead body." "Dead bodies? What kind of books are you reading? Maybe you should stick to something with bunnies in it or something." Jack went to take the book from her. Lexi slapped her hand on the book. "No please, don't take it. I'm not finished yet." Her pleading eyes looked up at him.

I’m sure my heated face was proof. Dimitri grimaced, but not after ending his sentence slowly. “Damn Alpha, who thought you have such a kinky mind inside of yours. I’m sure Skylar will approve of that since she reads erotic books and watched more movies about it more than I can count on my hands.” He shrugged indifferently while smiling down at me. I hope you get constipated. Xander let out a loud groan, sending a chill down my body. And it wasn’t even directed toward me.

“Don’t look at me. You’ve always been a pain in my ass.” Gavin popped him lightly on the shoulder. To Hank, he said, “You read much?” The big man shrugged. “Some. I talk rough, but that’s just my way. I read, yeah.” Gavin grabbed the satchel sitting on the stool next to him, unzipped it and rummaged through its contents. “What do you read, Hank?” Hank smiled. “Favor Robert E. Howard an Dashall Hammit myself.”

Samantha giggled quietly, shaking her head. "I never thought I'd see the day you get obsessed over a book character, let alone a book," I commented, shaking my head with a tiny smile. I kind of liked this side of him. It's quite adventurous. He gets to read about any character, and I'd hear about it through his perspective. "The smut was great though," Jackson piped up. "That was my first time reading a book filled with that intense smut. He didn't censor anything. Speaking of, how old is that dude? He looks too young to be writing stuff like that."

“Is…is that code for something?” I laughed. “No, no. Joy Needermyer. She’s an author I’ve been trying to get published for months. Amazing sci-fi novel. Space ships and battles and…ahh!” I bounced in my seat. “You can read it! When I get her published! Because I’ll be senior editor!” Jack laughed. “I’m looking forward to it,” he said as the timer buzzed from the other side of the kitchen. Standing, he crossed the room and opened the oven.

Sugar Aquarius sniffed harshly in his slight frustration. Afterwards, both Virando and Sugar Aquarius closed their mouths in their silence as well as quietude. Temporarily, there wasn’t indeed a great deal they could do. *** Sumico was seen reading the book about yaksha which she secretly took from Hanny’s drawer this late afternoon. She turned from page to page; she explored from page to page curiously, wanting to find more and further information about yaksha.

Greg's house Kema sat on the chair opposite Jackson as he stared at him. Jackson was staring into the screen on his phone, and a smile crept up to his face. Kema was curious as to what the young boy was reading that made him smile. "What are you doing?" Kema asked in a friendly tone. "Reading a story" Jackson replied "Which story?" "New Legend of Sango" "By who?" "Banjo Muhammed" Jackson replied "Oh! I have heard of him before. He is the one that wrote The heart broken vampire. He is good"

“Why don’t you stand up and tell us a bit about yourself.” Kaileeh stood. “Well, I’m Kaileeh Monroe. Yes, I’m related to Jillie. I’m here visiting for winter break. I like sailing the high seas with Captain Jack Sparrow and casting spells with Hermione and Ron. I enjoy dancing with small orange people and journeying into the wardrobe. I love skipping down the Yellow Brick Road and defending the deep from Ursula. My favorite pastimes are Space Jam Basketball Tournaments and listening to the raves of the Mad Hatter. My all-time favorite things are rainbows and lollipops.”

Two large gasps sounded out loudly as they thought about it. “You mean Jacky? She means Jacky. Quick Harold go and get the boy.” She practically pushed her mate off the bench they were sat on so he could go and get this Jacky guy, who I’m guessing is the Jack Anderson who Dalton told me about. I looked up at Gilliard who was still trying to fight back his tears of amusement at the situation, I mean this was supposed to be a serious conversation and yet it was slightly like talking to a comedy act.