Jasper Fanart Novels & Stories

Charlie was clearly taller by at least five centimetres, but Alice looked to be heatedly debating that fact. Jasper yawned again and looked down to the cloth. It was a muted, off-white colour with a black, rectangle border along the edge, with black dots decorating the corners. A small stitched butterfly in rainbow thread revealed itself when he unfolded the cloth, sitting innocently in the bottom right corner. Even among the greys here, there was colour. Jasper smiled down at the butterfly, prodding it upwards from underneath to mimic the butterfly spreading its wings, and flapping them up and down.

Jasper POV I finally made it back to my pack and the first thing I did was start going through the harem of women I had waiting for me. I needed to get all the tension in my body released. I finished with the fifth woman of the night and still it wasn’t enough. I took her back to the common area with the rest of the women and saw some fresh recruits have just been brought in. There is a pretty brown headed girl in the group. Her eyes aren’t exactly like Sable’s but close enough.

Daisy asked. Hmm. There were some terrible and fun memories for me. "It wasn't easy when I started but I guess am okay now." "Diana." Am interrupted by Jasper who's wearing a look I can't relate to. Why is he making that kind of face. "Yeah Jasper." He's holding a book, and flips through the pages, showing my pictures but, these are something I drew, with me holding hands with someone I can't even recognize, and writing next to it. "Diana, and Lune. Who's Lune?" The crazy part about this, was that the so called Lune, was always a grown up in every picture I drew.

It was at one such moonlit gathering that her path crossed with Jasper’s. Jasper was different. Dark-haired, with eyes that held both pain and kindness, he moved through the pack with a wary grace. Where Jeremy was fire, Jasper was shadow - soft but persistent, fierce but protective. Their connection blossomed in stolen moments beneath ancient trees and quiet spaces away from prying eyes. Jasper's hand entered her lace panties, his fingers sliding into her wetness, rubbing his finger over her clit, playing and teasing she gasps and moans with pleasure. He inserts two fingers into her and finger fucks her, hard. She moans with desire. "Jasper, I want you, NOW."

Keya P.O.V ‘Tink?’ He asks me. Tink is short for Tinkerbelle. Which is what he calls Yuri. When he wants to see her. You know, because she’s a fairy. They have some weird relationship going on. Yuri begs, ‘Ooooh, can I please?’ ‘Not now, Yuri. Later I promise.’ I hear her whining and pouting. I shake my head. ‘No, Jas. But later, okay?’ He nods. I turn to everyone. “So, this is Jaspier and he’s Manny’s Dragon. What would you like to show them about yourself, Jas?” My aunt Tricey asks, “Jaspier?” “Yes, it’s like Jasper and Pierre put together.” He shrugs, “I guess they can See my wings.” I notice how he emphasizes the word, see. My sister asks excitedly. “Can I touch your skin, it looks so co

The differences were color Rj was in red, Aj was in green, Jj was in blue,Sky was in pink,and Pip was in purple. Annalise POV I got all the kids dressed and was feeding them waiting to be released. I did the typical mom thing and put them all in almost matching outfits. I don't think I'll do it much, but I know a lot of people will be at the pack house to see them so my as well have them ready to be adored. The babies look a lot alike, of course, but there are differences. Personally, I think Ryker is a mini Brian and that Arthur has my blue eyes but Brian's hair. Then little Skylar has my hair, but Brian's eyes, which is a pretty combination. Piper is a mini me she has my eyes and hair colo

I looked down at the cakes Jasper was holding, my favorites from three years ago, wondering, 'Since when did I become like this? "Tabitha, look, such a beautiful painting," Jasper exclaimed, snapping me out of my thoughts. One second he was talking about food, and the next, he was all excited about a painting on the wall. Ah, youth. He then pulled me over to take a closer look. Under the warm yellow light, the painting seemed even more exquisite. It was a piece by a realist painter, featuring a pregnant lady standing at the bottom of the stairs, one hand raised like she was asking for help.

Not like lightning. Quietly. Like a lock turning. She knew exactly what she wanted to paint. The canvas grew quickly after that. A field appeared first. Golden. Endless. The farm. Then the oak tree. Strong. Ancient. Unmoving. Beneath it stood a little girl. Jessica at eight years old. Holding a flower crown. Looking toward the horizon. Then something new. Something she'd never painted before. A second figure stood further ahead. Older. Walking away from the tree.

As they sat on the living room couch talking Elleanna asked about Jasmine’s job. “Oh, I work for a bakery. I sell all the goodies. Jasper he decorates….Actually we are looking for a new baker if you are interested?” Elleanna nodded and smiled. “I would, like that very much.” She said with a smile. The door opened then and Jasper walked in. Jasper was 6 Ft 9 in height, had soft creamy skin, green eyes, dark brown hair, and glasses. He was wearing a simple black button down shirt and black jeans, with black non-slip tennis shoes. He smiled as he saw the girls then gasped at how Elleanna looked. She gulped and introduced herself.

Jasper’s voice was a deep rumble, his blue eyes glowing with warmth, a playful smirk on his lips as he wrapped an arm around Mara’s shoulders, the sunlight illuminating his face, the clearing a sanctuary, the warmth a shared joy. “Not a chance, firecracker,” Jasper said, his voice warm, his knuckle scar glinting as he pulled her closer, the warmth of the clearing wrapping around them, the air thick with the scent of pine, the clearing a sanctuary, their bond a radiant light. “But you might—I’ve got a few surprises up my sleeve.” He winked, his lips brushing her temple, his breath warm against her skin, the firelight casting a golden glow on their faces, the clearing a haven, the warmth a sha