Eyeless Jack Lemon Novels & Stories

Why the hell does she need so many damn lemons? It takes a moment listening for me to figure out Jack is rooting through my mate’s refrigerator. I start the water running in the tub, waiting for it to warm. And what the fuck are these? Tessa, what the fuck are these skinny green things? There’re two different kinds of them in here— one with a weird knob at one end and the other rounded at both ends. Why the hell do you need one kind of skinny green thing, let alone two? Those are zucchini and cucumbers, Gamma. Milady is fae. She consumes only plants. Fruits. Vegetables. Nuts. Grains. Nectars. That which she can grow or gather.

“Go ahead and open your eyes, Jack. Let us know that you can hear us.” It was a struggle, but the realization that he didn’t know where Everly was or if she was okay made him will his eyes open. Blinking a few times, Jack looked at the concerned faces around him and tried to piece everything together. He was surrounded by people who looked like they were about to cry, except for Jamie, the healer. She was concerned, but not tearful. He’d seen Everly, though, so he forced his eyes open again so he could lock in on her face.

She surprises everyone by hugging them both and a huge smile appears on Simons face. “Likewise, Angel face! I’ve missed you recently.” “Same. Come have a seat I will introduce you.” They stand before us and I stand to shake hands with them, Ellis does the same, but I notice his gaze keeps trailing back to Anya. Jack has bleached blonde hair with a blue streak through it. The top is long and flops into his eyes, dark thick eyebrows frame his hazel eyes that sparkle with mischief, and he is wearing a smart white shirt with black jeans.

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.

Josefina laughed and said in a fruity voice, “Eppie–– Mack–– there are other fruit-flavored jams at the table beside Celeste and Adrian's five-foot-tall cake–– I could bring you which one you like?” “The jack fruit flavor is fine, dear.” “Yes, I believe you're right–– the other ones are too sweet–– and jack fruit jam is better than tomato jam!” Josefina exclaimed to her close friend Epifania Balat. “Is there?” asked Epifania in amazement. “Tomato jam? Yes–– you want to have it?” “I don't want a whole jar–– I can't have Mack's belly–– do you mind?” a full-figured lovely Epifania asked her friend.

Seeing Edward's movements, Medusa didn't even have the most basic respect, and couldn't help but mock: "As far as I know, your weapon is not something like this toy." With that, she also turned her head to look at One-Eyed Jack and the others, and said in a loud voice. "I'll just say he's an impostor!" "We don't need to be afraid of him, because he's not a shadow master at all, he's an impostor!" Counterfeit? One-eyed Jack and the vampire George and the others looked relieved, if the man in front of him couldn't even take out a thousand umbrellas, then he was indeed an impostor.

Belinda kept on complimenting the food nonstop. She was honestly shocked my Dad made it. Honestly none of those actually got to me, I was just sitting at the table doing my best to avoid eye contact with Jack. Which was honestly impossible because he was sitting down directly in front of me. I used a few seconds to admire him. Jack was stunning, very neat well kept and decent. He was a pretty blonde man, with perfectly blue eyes, a sharp jawline, which look like he was crafted by Zeus himself his blonde hair was curly and short. He was too perfect to be real. He had on a white T-shirt that exposed all his muscles, those muscles I’ve only seen on the phone, I was seeing his live and direct.

His pale eyes said, quite clearly, Shall I get rid of her? My eyes said, with a shrug I hoped was possible to convey via eyebrow, It’s your house and your ex. Your decision. The decision was taken out of his hands when Mrs Ainsley bustled up to Jaclyn and said, ‘I do hope you like jellied eels, Ms Lemon. It’s the chef’s special tonight.’ ‘Oh, I love them,’ Jaclyn trilled, with the conviction of someone who’d probably never let the gelatinous stuff past her lips. She turned to Lochlan. ‘I hope I won’t be intruding?’

He eye signalled at Bee to look at the man's expression. Ryan raised his glass to his mouth taking small sips of the water. Bee stared at him helping himself but without any prior warning he darted an icy cold stare at her. Bee took off her eyes and looked down at her plate; Jack excused himself of work and ran away from the situation.Visible anger was dancing in his hazel eyes, the man kept the glass aside and walked away.

She rushes out of the room before I can say that I don’t need any doctors. Left to my own devices, I lift the glass of water Yasmeen left on the bedside table and pour some on my face, which currently feels like an inferno. I wince and curse when the water touches my face and splashes into my eyes. I forgot that Yasmeen had told me that she put some lime juice in there, damnit. I might be very strong on the battlefield, but citrus in the eyes was enough to make a grown man wince like a pup.