Jester Fanart Novels & Stories

Jessica turned. An elderly man stood near a desk at the far end of the room. Silver hair. Dark suit. Kind eyes. The sort of eyes that noticed things. Jessica smiled awkwardly. "I'm sorry." The man laughed softly. "For looking at art?" Jessica felt embarrassed immediately. "When you say it like that..." "It sounds ridiculous." Jessica laughed. The man walked over slowly. Not frail. Not weak. Just old. Comfortably old. As if he had made peace with time years ago.

Just from his scent alone, I suddenly felt at ease, as though my body was comforted by an unseen force. Closing my eyes, I inhaled deeply. It had been a long time since I felt that feeling—the feeling of home. But in my mind, I knew this was not home. This could never be my home. I sighed and forced myself back to my work. Holding the basket of unwashed clothes, I looked around and realized how manly and tidy King Jester was. His room was not messy like the other male werewolves I knew. Everything was organized. Yet, the dark colors that covered the walls and furniture gave his room a brooding atmosphere. It suited him perfectly—darkness defined him.

Jester said, "Uh... shit... I miss this so much, babe." The woman just continued to tickle as it began to undress the man's lower part. As for Jester, he caressed the area in the middle of her femininity. Jenny took off the man's belt and caressed his penis. Jester said, "Uh... shit... I miss this so much, babe." The woman just continued to tickle as it began to undress her lower part. He caressed the area in the middle of the woman's femininity and spat on it to moisten it.

For this, all my things are piled up in boxes and more boxes, since from tomorrow we will move to the Lestari mansion in the East of the city, the richest part. "Where are you going?" my friend Aris asks when she sees me leaving the party completely annoyed. "I'm going to destroy them." I say, finally. "What? What are you talking about, Luk? You wouldn't happen to want to, I don't know, find some way to break up the Lestari family, would you?" "That's exactly what I'm going to do, Aris. I'm going to find proof and send every single one of them to prison. Including Lanton, if he is involved.

Like the people at the talent agency and the crew who work with me during projects, we have to get used to each other’s natural presence. Jester’s office was opposite the Commander’s. His name and rank on a silver plaque on the door made me feel strangely self-conscious. I already know from my research that Jester is a bit of a workaholic, and he spends almost seventy percent of his waking hours in here if he’s not out on subjugation missions (apparently these are the only missions he ever takes). This meant that this was probably a more personal space to him than his bedroom back at their apartment.

I drank it and forcefully closed my eyes as I felt a line in my throat. Jester shifted his weight and faced me, he lifted his hand and tucked some strands of my hair behind my ear and stared at me with his...what the hell am I seeing? Lustful eyes? I slapped his hand away, remembering Uno's gestures. "The fuck is wrong with you?" I uttered in an annoyed tone. Jester chuckled and gave me another glass which I pushed aside. "I don't want to drink anymore, I still have an errand. I need to talk to someone, tell me what you want to ask me and I'll go!"

I giggled at his stupidity as he walked past me and out to the car. “Well, I am glad to see that Dillion and you seem to get along because he is going to be staying with you in Rome.” I turned around and held my breath as I looked at Jensen standing at the bottom of the stairs. He was wearing a plain black t-shirt that showed off his abs and chest muscles perfectly. A pair of ripped black jeans with black converse high tops and a black leather jacket thrown over his shoulder. He was breathtaking and I could feel my lust for him rising more and more. I calmed myself and walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Aww. Are you jealous handsome?” His arms came around my waist and p

The black centers of those fixed glass eyes, which should have been nothing more than painted beads or static crystal, shriveled into pinpricks, reacting to the light exactly like a human eye. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic bird in a cage. I jerked the light away, plunging that specific shelf back into darkness, but curiosity—that treacherous, survival-killing instinct—forced me to swing the beam back. Now, the Jester’s eyes were wide again, black and deep, but as the light touched them, they squeezed shut into tiny dots once more.

“I enjoy unwrapping a woman like a gift. Slowly. Thoroughly. I want to hear you thank me for every second of restraint.” The Jester. Cracked half harlequin mask. Mischief weaponized. His profile photo: abs, bare and unapologetic, a half-smirk as he pulls up his shirt like he knows exactly what he’s doing. A lean frame built for stamina. He plays with sensation until you're a trembling wreck. Edging. Teasing. He wants tears. Wants whimpers. Wants to push you to the edge and leave you hanging there, desperate. “I want to see how long you can last before you’re begging me to stop making you feel so good it hurts.”

“She can’t shoot you if she can’t even target you.” — Pilot: Jester Role: Electronic Warfare Hermes Aerospace “Kestrel” Light Assault Suit [A] Universal Mechanics “Snapdragon” Coil Pistol [B] Universal Mechanics Reinforced Buckler [C] Hermes Aerospace “Skymirror” EWar Suite (SM) [A] — Jester’s Kestrel was similar to Dark Elf - it was slim and light. But it also stood at a standard height, and had slightly beefier armor in comparison. Certainly nothing like the Silverback, but it allowed him to hold his own in a fight.