Eyeless Jack Lemon Novels & Stories

Madine couldn't squat because of her leg hence they hugged her legs while she roughed their hair. “Did you miss me that much?” She questioned with a hearty smile. However, she noticed that Jackon didn't look too happy. “Why?” She roughed his brown hair. Jackson had to take the brown hair from his father. That wasn't the only thing they took from their father tho, the three of them had green eyes, deep ones that could only be traced back to Trenton. Madine had to wear contact lenses to divert the real color of their eyes. “Jackson pushed someone.” Josett made a gesture with her hand. She had the most innocent eyes. Her words weren't as clear as those of an adult but one could understand whate

Yeah, that one was hard to ignore. “What?” “What are we going to do?” “About Logan? Don't worry, we can handle him,” “It’s not him am worried about. It's the dozen of alliance behind him. I heard he's even affiliated with the jackals,” “Fucking Jackals!” Cherry cursed, she was the only female enforcer in the group and didn't exactly have a good history with the bunch. No one whoever comes in contact with them, those. Everyone hated them as they were all over the place like flies. They got involved in illegal activities like drugs, smuggling, kidnapping…and all kinds of immorality.

“Little Lemon!” Mable rushed over and picked Lemon up. Lemon hugged her mother and pressed her cheek against her face, pointing at the butterfly in Jeremiah’s hand. “Mommy... Unc... Butterfwy...” Mable kissed her cheek. “Good girl.” Jeremiah looked at Mable and said, “Lemon kept crying earlier, so I thought she was unwell. It seems she just misses you after not seeing you all day...” Mable sighed in relief. She thought that Lemon was sick and was worried the whole way back.

He made it seem like I could easily rip Sylvia into pieces with just my sight. I only realized I had tears streaking down my face when I felt Marcus' hand on my cheek. "Don't cry, honey. I'm sorry. Please listen to me, okay? It's not what you think…" Marcus kept wiping my tears away in a fit of panic, but he could never stem my tears no matter how much he wiped. In the end, he just pulled me into his arms and began comforting me in soft tones. At the same time, he prevented me from looking at Sylvia.

Rosa asked. Jack shook his head. "To a man-made poison? Sure but, one laced with magic or under supernatural circumstances, it's possible. The Makkari is a royalty, immortal but, that doesn't make them indestructible." Jack twists the cap of the vial and pour the contents onto his tongue. Rosa felt nauseous while Ayara stared at her intently. Jack growled for a while and his eyes were closed when he does it. In split seconds, his eyes open and it flickers from the color blue and red. A slit took over his eyes and his face turns into an angry vampire but this time, his features are much more monstrous-like.

“Yes, but we’ve drugged him enough to keep him out for a while.” “How was he?” “Disoriented, as expected.” “Could he remember anything?” “No.” I wasn’t surprised. It was worth a shot. “What color were his eyes?” Naineeve blinked, as if confused. “I beg your pardon?” “What did his eyes look like?” She paused, brow furrowed. “Like, blood shot, you mean?” “Nevermind.” Deidre had been telling the truth. Naineeve would have noticed if Jack’s eyes had turned gold versus their normal dark brown color. That would be impossible to miss, and likely impossible to feign confusion about, too.

I smirk, "more like my mates. Plural Jack. They're quite territorial you know?" He gasps, "two? Mates? That's just a legend!". I shake my head, "no legend." I move my neck from side to side and show him the marks. Jack's face pales and he swallows with a nod, "lets just get this done so I can go back to my pack." After shifting into our wolves, we start circling. Jack is a big black wolf with a white flash across his tail, and piercing blue eyes; not beautiful, but freaky. It doesn't go with his wolf or his nature.

He didn't cry and just sleep, yawned, and wriggled a little. "Isn't he cute?" Jack asked excitedly. "He is." I smiled as I zoomed in the picture.

"Wait... I..." "You're not the user," Jack shouted over the rising wind, grabbing Olivia and holding her tight. "You're the juice box!" The Eye narrowed. It had tasted the sample. Now, it wanted the meal.