Jasper Fanart Novels & Stories

“Miss Jasper painted this herself?” It was done in soft ink washes, capturing a cluster of blooming begonias caught in a breeze. The petals looked like they could lift off the page—graceful, vivid, full of movement. In the corner, her signature stood out, crisp and unmistakably hers. Eason came back to himself and gave a quiet, “Yeah.” Then he pulled out a business card and handed it to her. “My number’s on here. If you ever need help, just call.”

Jasper walked by her side "quite a character huh!" Nena responded with a smirk " he is difficult yeah, but trust me, be is not as tough as he is posing himself to be" "Yeah. True" Jasper replied "Think of him like a Nick fury wannabe" "Nick who now?" Nena asked , squinting her eyes in expression of her confusion. "Nick fury" Jasper reiterated "from the avengers. The guy with the eyepatch" "Oh!" Nena replied widening her eyes and tweaking them , clearly disappointed . such a lame reference she thought to herself.

He grabbed my phone and slammed it onto the floor. “At a time like this, you’re still streaming?!” Unexpectedly, the phone bounced a few times and landed perfectly flat. The screen reflected Jasper’s furious, reddened face. “…Is that really Jasper?” A huge portion of his fans followed him for his heavily edited looks. Seeing the real him live, nearly half the viewers left instantly. As the fan count dropped, Jasper turned pale, as if all the air had been sucked out of him. “Finn, I’m done talking.

"You lost them when you rejected us." "Araya, please," Jasper says. The word costs him. Begging has never come easily. "Just let me see him. That's all I ask." Araya hesitates. Jasper can see the conflict in her eyes. The war between past hurt and present reality. Finally, she adjusts the furs. Revealing the small face beneath. Jasper's breath stops. The child is beautiful. Perfect. Dark hair like Jasper's. Pale skin like Araya's. And eyes that glow silver. Bright, burning silver.

I chuckled at their lighthearted exchange, admiring Axel's patience and Jasper's quick wit. "I will go get some snacks," I announced as I stood up, leaving father and son to their bonding time. However, before I could make my exit, Jasper called out to Axel, seeking his help to refold the stars I had created. "Axel, can you help me refold the stars Mom made? I turned around, intrigued by Jasper's request. "So, you're embarrassed of my artwork, huh?" I teased, joining in on the cheerful banter. Jasper looked at me and smiled, his eyes twinkling with affection. "You are the best mom," he declared, his words filled with genuine adoration.

How could I continue hating him like this? “Oh, right, why are you here early in the morning? Shouldn’t you be at school?” I sat on the sofa. Jasper sat beside me as he tilted his head as if confused. “Miss Lean called me here. They also want me to become an ambassador for VENTURE.” Just like Lia? “We’re working on another project again together. Isn’t this great?” He smiled, which caused me to smile back at him. Am I fine now? Does being with Jasper make me forget all those problems? Or am I just being swayed by his cheeriness?

Jasper's foot tapped rapidly against the floor, a clear sign of his impatience. His furrowed brow and clenched jaw revealed his growing frustration as the minutes dragged on. He was currently in Moon Valley to deliver the drugs his father had ordered him to. "Where the hell is that old man? How dare he make me wait?" Jasper growled, his voice dripping with irritation. His sharp glare was enough to make Jao gulp nervously. The young man bore an uncanny resemblance to his father, Derrick—both in cunning and ruthlessness.

he spoke as he kept the tray in front of Jasper. "Thank you, Mohit," Jasper happily replied. As Mohit kept the food tray on the bed, his eyes fell on the painting. "You drew her again?" He asked. "Yes," Jasper replied as he looked at the painting. "The painting is beautiful," Mohit exclaimed. "Thank you," Jasper replied. "Now have your breakfast, and let me clean your room," he spoke as he got up to clean the room. "See, Mohit appreciated my painting as well," Jasper boasted as he looked at her. "I am proud of you," she replied.

Jasper froze, looking like a prey that had been caught by a predator. "How then do you know about Freya?" Diana continued. "And how do you know I'm a Moon Spirit?" Jasper fumbled, looking for the right words to say. When he realized he had really been caught, he dropped the act. The innocent look disappeared from his face and he glared at Diana, his gray eyes turning completely dark. His canines emerged, protruding from the side of his lips. He stared at her like he was possessed, his eyes wild and eerie.

Hoping to chat with you. Me (Jasper): No. I can't remember you and this will be the last time I will be chatting with you. Besides, I already have 12 beautiful children, most of them are twins, and a very hot and handsome husband. So, get lost. I shot Jasper a glare. He acted innocent, laughing along with whatever Zanyca was watching. I felt like he just ruined my image for another guy. Daeson might think I’m overly fertile—twelve kids?