Eyeless Jack Fanfic Novels & Stories

Jasmine nodded in agreement, but she still did not remove the silver needle on Darryl’s back. Jackie walked over in a sleeping robe; her long, fair legs were exposed under the robe, not to mention how sexy she looked. However, at that moment, she looked enraged. Her figure made Darryl’s eyes turn straight. When she felt Darryl’s gaze, Jackie became furious. Her body trembled as she shouted, “You useless bastard! Kill this person for me now. Remove both of his eyes after you kill him.”

I stuck out the tip of my tongue and lightly licked his earlobe. Jack froze on the spot. His eyes went red as he stared at me, like a beast pushed against its limit.

I know it's nothing but a pair of eyes from a painting but the true meaning behind this painting freaks everyone out, she didn't need to know why it meant, cause if she didn't she'd be horrified. Jack looks at me and I at him, I shake my head, telling him not to say a word about it, he nods. "That my dear is the eyes of Lord Ego." Jack tells her. Regardless of the fact that he sounded like it was no big deal just now, I could sense how Jack trembled from his voice and how he just hesitated. He was staring at the painting with such intense fear, trying hard to maintain his composure.

Nick demanded. Evan looked into my eyes and shrugged. “What about them? Are you telling us after all this time that you just noticed how strikingly handsome our future Alpha is?” he joked. “Wha- no, I swear,” Nick muttered looking at me from different angles. “I swear to all that the Moon Goddess gave us - Jake’s eyes were different. Like there were gold flecks in them swirling around.” Nick stood so still as he looked at me in shock, and Evan choked on his saliva.

“Shhh. Shhh… Open your eyes babe. Look at me. “ Said jack soothingly. “Wh.. Hiccup… Why did you brought… Hiccup… Me here like that? “ I asked struggling to talk. “I wanted to spend time with my love. Don’t cry. Open your eyes. “ He said. The image of dad hitting mom played again in my mind and more tears came. Jack was now sitting on the couch with me on his lap, sideways. He was rocking me back and forth whispering constantly to open my eyes. After few minutes he stopped moving and I felt something cold pressing on my lip. I opened my eyes to look a glass of water. “Drink” He said.

The only other thing that felt as ridiculous as that to me was when Jordan told me, "Josie needs a pair of eyes. Why won't you help her, Hazel?" "Why do you need my corneas for this? What makes her deserve this?" His expression turned ugly when he saw that I was mad. "She doesn't have friends or family, and she's lost her vision at such a young age. What do you expect her to do?" His tone had softened. "You're not the same as her, Hazel. You have me—I'll be your eyes. I'll hire someone to care for you and never leave you." It was mocking to me how serious he looked. "So, her vision matters, but mine doesn't?"

“If you ask them about it, you will have to tell them about seeing me. If you do that, I swear they will pack everything up and move. Meaning you will not see me for a while.” As he finished speaking, I noticed his eyes had gone bright red and you didn't hear the owls anymore. “I’ve always trusted you more than my parents so why would I ask them, since you have already said they have been lying to me.” When I looked away from Marcus, I noticed there were about 7 pairs of vibrant colored eyes surrounding us. Slowly another set appeared but were purple with gold specks.

My eyes dropped before I could stop them, straight down to where the towel sat low on his hips and it was doing almost nothing to hide the fact that his cock was, without question, not small. That was me putting it in a mild way and deep down inside me, in the part of me that had been dormant and quiet for so long I sometimes forgot she existed, my wolf stirred. She shifted, lifted her head, suddenly awake in a way she hadn't been in months, like something had just walked past that she recognized and wanted. Down, I told her. She did not go down. He's the enemy, I said. She did not care. I snapped my eyes back up to his face. He was watching me with that smug look he had.

Emma had never actually uttered the word out loud, but the fierce denial was written clearly all over her delicate face and trembling body every single time he came near her. Her terrified green eyes always held a bright, hidden fire in them. Even though she never realized it, she was a true fighter. She had fought his dark control many times without even knowing she was doing it. Did he hate it? No. He absolutely loved it. He loved watching his feisty cat trying desperately to fight her way out of his lethal grip. But his dark grip was getting tighter and tighter by the day, and neither he nor she could possibly loosen it now. It was far too late to undo the knot.