Jacksepticeye Hoodie Novels & Stories

He gave a quick chuckle at the end and comes to stand before me. Our eyes clash together and I could feel the unmistakable quickening of my heart. "Probably taste good too." I wasn't sure if it was just a fragment of my imagination. There was no way Haiden Cross let out those words. But before I could think more into it he breaks eye contact and clears his throat. "Here." He outstretches his arm to offer me the hoodie that reeked of him. I was happy he was wearing a white shirt underneath and wasn't showing off his pecs that I peeked at occasionally from my window.

I immediately cover my mouth. Mr. Hoodie arch his brow first then furrow his brows in confusion. He's still did not notice that his hood was off his face. All this time I am talking to God's ultimate masterpiece?! He still can't figure out why am I staring at him like an idiot so I shakily pointed at his hoodie. He touch his head and realized what I am saying. I can't take my eyes off his face. His bluish-grey eyes partnered with that breathtaking face is so lethal. Black glossy thick hair, aristocratic nose, prominent jaw and cheek bones. Pink pouty lips.

“There!” There’s a flash coming from her lighter, then a shadow fills the room. A man in a hood comes up the stairs, and for a moment they seem to have a confrontation. She tries to back out into the door, but the man grabs her by the neck, takes out a blade, and starts to strangle her. The hood has very specific design on the back. A silver arrow pointing up. I can’t watch. “Turn it off!” Andy obeys all too gladly, slamming on the keyboard to stop the video. “All of you can go now.”

“F-Fuckin’ psycho! What an eyesore to ruin my good time…there’s no way I would ever prefer a scary hound like you!” Cussing at Zeus, that old pervert almost rushed away from there as if his pride couldn’t bear getting humiliated before me by such a majestic man like Zeus, who stood firmly in front of me, guarding me like a shield. Now I noticed that the leather jacket he was putting on had a big ‘golden wolf-head’ design embroidered with gold on the broad back, making it seem like a custom-made jacket for him. The picture of that wolf-head was quite scary to look at, with red big eyes as if they were gawking directly at me! I had never seen anyone wear a leather jacket with such an odd desig

Like he hasn’t spent the last week turning my brain into a disaster zone. A few of his friends stand nearby. Watching. Waiting. My chest tightens. Then I notice something. Beckett isn’t smiling. Neither is Sean. In fact, Beckett’s eyes are locked on me. Specifically on the hoodie. His gaze flicks over it. The oversized sleeves. The baggy fit. The way I’ve hidden myself again. Something flashes across his face. Gone so quickly I almost miss it. Disappointment. No. That can’t be right.

I always saw Hector go home early after school. “Right after I heard you got detention.” Oh, wow. He was not wearing his hoodie. He wore a black t-shirt with a wolf drawing on it. He looked a lot more comfortable in his clothes than I was in mine. I still had on my messed up purple top that lost the button to hide my cleavage and skinny jeans.

How can I even hide bruises this fucking big? My eyes diverge from Jack's before continuing my journey to his toilet. "Jack I'm going to need like a hoodie or something to cover up this bruise in order to get into the dorm." I expressed once I was sitting down properly. "Don't worry I'll get you one" Jack assured as I began to clean myself up before flushing the toilet and slowly rising to my feet. Jack helped me make my way back into his bedroom before going over to his closet and pulling out a grey hoodie. He handed me the material, having me immediately pull it over my head before putting back on my black shorts from last night seeing as it was the only pants I had.

They walk freely but their fake name reach every where. "He's here" Kerce announced in a ringing voice which resonated. Uriel removed the magazine from his face and stood with Astin at the same time. The door opened, and a guy walked in, freezing the already cold air. He's wearing a matte black hoodie and madly ripped jeans. The hoodie covered his head, up to his eyes, to half of his face. The only thing visible is his pink, pale lips. There's a bird on his left shoulder though... A white dove.

he said unbelievably and I laugh. "That's really since it’s American Eagle!" I explained to him. I picked up a black hoodie with a Gold Design on the back of it that featured American Eagle’s logo. "Is it beautiful?" And I show it to him what I was holding. "It’s six thousand pesos and you’re asking me if it’s okay? Probably!" he said so I laughed. "Miss do you have a large size of this?" I showed the hoodie to a sales lady and took a new stock and handed it to me.

Jack coldly withdrew his gaze and walked towards the men's department. "Why does it feel like I've just escaped death?" Sean muttered to himself as he held his throat, which was covered with cold sweat. What did he do wrong? Why did Jack glare at him like he was ready to send him overseas? No way! Anything but that! When Naomi reached the second floor, a casual, white hoodie immediately caught her eye. Paired with the denim skirt she wore, it would give off a youthful yet stylish vibe. She picked up the hoodie, changed into it in the fitting room, then made her way downstairs to pay.