Eyeless Jack Fanfic Novels & Stories

However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.

It was undeniable that this guy was good, but it was not enough to make my heart skip a beat have me crave for more. "Are you still here Mason?" I opened my eyes and looked him in the eyes. He was propped up on one elbow as he laid on his side in only his underwear, like a model would, but all the effort made him look like an amateur. His smirk dropped, and his resolve fell at the sight of my cold stare. "Who do you mean, babe? And the name's Jack. Although I can be the man of your dreams," he tried to laugh it off as he regained his composure.

He tilted his head slightly, playing the role of the dumbfounded, unmagical meathead to absolute perfection. "Why are your eyes doing that shape thing again?" Marcus asked, his voice entirely flat, entirely untouched by the divine seduction. "You got dust in them?" Jack’s breath caught in his throat. The glowing Pink Hearts in his eyes flickered, the magic stalling out completely. For a second, Jack felt a sharp, agonizing sting of rejection. He was the Sovereign of Grace. He had just pacified an entire sector of the city with a wave of his hand. But the man he was hopelessly, secretly in love with was sitting two feet away, completely immune to his beauty, looking at him like he was a confu

Her forhead scrunched together angerly and her eyes peered straight through him. "Who are you and how do you know these details?" she said. "I mean not that I am complaining about the generous tip but these things on this bill is a very touchy subject for me!" "Do you really not know who I am Bailey?" Jack said. Wait.....Did he just...How can...No...No way. His eyes were sincere with a troublesome look about them. Could this really be? "Jack?" He hung his head not daring to look her in the eye. He knew he had changed and it had been years. Plus this was for sure not the place he wanted to make amends. She grabbed his chin and lifted it back to her gaze.

Chapter 39 Ann's POV The eyes on my right hand side was blurry, I teleported to hell the moment lady Jessica's fingers had dipped inside my eyes and back to earth, with agony in my heart. I could hear their distant voices which sounded more like an argument. My hands were tied behind me; this hindered me from suppressing the blood which was falling from my eyes. Blood were dripping fastly from my eyes, and then I found myself slipping into darkness. ***** Jace's POV

She glared at him, " I also want to see your real self.can you do it for me? " " Everything for you honey." and suddenly a big but fluffy wolf was standing there in place of Jack, staring at her like captivated by her beauty. They came back to the rock. Elena leaned over Jack for a while. " Eli! Please close your eyes." and she closed her eyes without any delay as she was completely surrendered herself to him. Jack kissed her on her lips. She kissed him back. Jack got so overwhelmed that he started howling, looking at the moon. He was wagging his tail out of happiness. Elena hugged his tightly. After howling and pouncing, they slept there leaning on each other and holding their hands.

But even so, she stubbornly refused to beg for mercy, glaring at him with anger. As he looked at her painful expression and red eyes, Jack felt a sense of pleasure. However, slowly, his gaze on her deepened, and a flame flickered in his eyes. The strength in his hand also gradually weakened. Suddenly, he threw her hand away as if he had touched something dirty, then quickly stepped back, turning his back to her and taking a deep breath.

Ana kept her eyes still on Jack as she now stuck out her tongue to lick on his crown and taste his precum. “Hmm,... Fuck...” Jack shut his eyes briefly, clenched his jaw and drew in an audible breath. One could tell he was fighting to have his hands fist on her hair and force her to take all of him inside her mouth. He gripped both of his hands on the arms of his chair and could only throw his head back and grit out.

He doesn’t browse her book store like a normal customer, he doesn’t hesitate and worst of all he keeps saying the weirdest things like he already knows her. So he keeps coming back. Day after day. Always cold, always composed and always staring too long. Eirlys thinks she’s losing her mind… Jack knows he’s losing his control. Because she is warmth… And he was never meant to feel it. EIRLYS VIRELLE’S P.O.V.

Then Kenny changed. Not completely. Not the dramatic Hollywood version I would have imagined if anyone had asked me to imagine it, which no one ever had because this wasn't something people imagined. It was subtler and more terrifying than that. His eyes changed first — deepening to something amber and luminous that had nothing to do with the warm brown I knew. His frame expanded slightly, shoulders broadening, presence intensifying until he filled the room in a way that had nothing to do with physical size. The air around him hummed.