Txt Jacket Novels & Stories

Ben followed, wearing bright neon green short shorts, a salmon pink tank top that said #DadBodInProgress, and a neon orange fanny pack slung proudly across his waist like a championship belt. Jax followed, his usual broody Lycan energy completely undone by a pair of electric blue dolphin-hem shorts, a tie-dye tank with a cat DJ-ing on it, and a matching banana-yellow visor tilted to the side. Tyler emerged next with mirrored sunglasses, pastel purple shorts so short they should’ve been illegal, and a tank top that read Suns Out, Guns Out over an image of flexing flamingos. His fanny pack was glittery. Glittery.

I figure they were likely talking to each other through mindlink. “You don’t really ask questions.” Jaxon comments as he takes off his suit jacket and makes himself comfortable on the sofa. I could now see that his chest and arms were almost completely covered in tattoos. The dark shapes and lines visible underneath his white shirt. The suit jacket had made him look more slender than he really was, hiding his bulging arm muscles. “Oh I do.” But the questions I asked were mostly to myself. Xander smirks at me.

Derrick teases, making Wyatt snigger. To my dismay, Jartre sets me back on my feet, but on the bright side, I can now take in his full appearance. I blink in surprise when I realise he’s come dressed in the club’s theme. And oh mamma does he look fine. He’s wearing a low-cut, white satin shirt with open cuffs, and black crocodile-skin pants with matching boots. He’s like a sexy high-fashion pirate, and I’d walk his plank any day. I lick my lips and shake my head straight, quickly taking his hand in mine and guiding him around to the other side of the booth.

I couldn’t bring myself to look at him due to the shame I felt, and I quickly tugged at the jacket he had given me to cover my black bra, which was visible beneath my wet shirt. “Can you give me the address of where I can bring your jacket once I have it cleaned? It looks expensive, and I feel bad for keeping it from you,” I said, trying to make amends. The suit jacket was styled with a single-breasted, two-button front and notch lapels. It was made of soft and lightweight tweed, with a satin finish on the inside. Although it was a bit too big for me, I was grateful for the coverage it provided. “Might I be so bold as to see you again instead? You could give it back to me then,” Jace suggest

Dark blonde hair somehow looking tousled and messy yet perfectly placed. As Theo steps aside, Jax comes fully into view. He’s dressed in a simple black t-shirt, the fabric straining against his thick biceps and broad chest. It does little to disguise his impressive physique underneath- the dips and curves of firm, hard-earned muscle. His jeans sit low on his hips, a perfect fit. As I drag my gaze back up to his face, I see that he’s checking me out, too, raking his eyes over my body. They pause and linger on my bare legs- I’m in a loose, long-sleeved navy cotton dress, and while it’s not the cutest thing I own it’s comfortable as hell. From Jax’s hungry gaze, he seems to approve.

The way Tyler looked at Rachel changed slightly. Rachel took out the jacket and unfolded it for him to see. She looked like a salesperson pitching her product. "Look, the material and fabric might not be as good as what you're used to, but it's still fine for casual wear," she said. "And here, there's an inner pocket, so you can keep something in there if you want." Tyler didn't say much. He leaned back like a boss taking his time, listening to Rachel while she presented the features of the jacket.

The man, wrapped in a white towel around his waist, showcased his well-defined muscles, making him appear powerfully built. Jaxter slipped into a crisp white shirt, the fabric covering an impressive phoenix tattoo that spread majestically across his back, extending down to his waist. The tattoo adorned his perfectly sculpted torso. As he adjusted his shirt, the image of Hayle unexpectedly entered his mind. How could a woman like her be the mother of his potential child? "Roberto," Jaxter spoke without turning his face, not even acknowledging Roberto's reflection in the mirror before him. He was engrossed in his own thoughts and actions.

"All of our jackets were personally bought by Mom—top-tier outdoor brands. The one you wore yesterday may look identical on the outside, but the material inside is of the cheapest quality. "This kind of fabric wouldn't stand a chance against Treiceland's sub-zero temperatures. Prolonged contact with skin would even cause redness and itching. Where did you get this jacket?"

“To hell, in a handbasket.” Talia Jane had been living in his apartment for three weeks and he was positive she had showered in that time, but she hadn’t worn anything other than sweats or yoga pants. Not that he cared because she was fucking hot in whatever she wore, but she was currently blisteringly so in a pair of skinny jeans and a black t-shirt with a cartoon image of Maleficent and the words ‘It’s not me, it’s you’d inscribed on it…across her breasts. That was the only reason he was staring at them…because he was reading the words…

I flinched, turning my head toward the window. Julian was sitting in a leather armchair. He had stripped off his charcoal suit jacket. His white dress shirt was wrinkled, the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, and his knuckles were wrapped in tight, white medical tape. His eyes were bloodshot, surrounded by dark shadows that made him look terrifyingly feral.