Jacksepticeye Hoodie Novels & Stories

he says, making me melt. “You got me more than one gift, Kaeden?” I ask and take both from him. I sit down on my bed after placing the frame on the bed and unwrap the big box. My eyes widened in shock! Inside is a set of clothes, a red and black baseball jacket with my name on it and the number eight on it. Setting it down, I pulled out two shirts, one black with Cyro’s name on it on the back and in front. It had an outline in light blue of a wolf, while the other shirt was a black and blue checked shirt. I pulled out a pair of plain black jeans and white sneakers that had a wolf printed on the outside of the left shoe and Cyro’s name on the other.

We all walk downstairs together, Cole, Jordan and Justin all waiting for us in the kitchen. “Happy birthday! They all yell as soon as we enter. I smile thanking them. Jordan throws his present in my face, and I laugh taking it from him. “Open it!” He yells, excited. I roll my eyes but set it on the counter to open. I pull the tissue paper out, to see a golden skintight zipper jacket and a black one. I smile while I pull them out. The hoodies are just what I’ve been given to hide my scars. This is amazing, so much cuter.

Walking toward me, his massive frame cutting through the morning mist, was Jaxson. He wasn't wearing his hockey gear anymore, just a heavy black hoodie with the hood pulled down, gray sweatpants, and a dark duffel bag slung over his right shoulder. His left shoulder was noticeably stiff, a brutal reminder of the hits he had taken to secure that trophy. He looked exhausted, the dark circles under his amber eyes stark against his pale skin, his jaw covered in a thick layer of dark stubble. There were no cameras here. No microphone packs. No network producers hiding in the bushes to capture a scripted moment of high-friction drama.

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.

“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

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.