Eyeless Jack Lemon Novels & Stories

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

"Sorry mother, I lost the track of time. The garden side gate is closed I'm taking the other door. I'll join you both in just 15 mins for dinner." Anya just cancelled her call when a ball comes to her making her startled and she loses her balance but a strong arm holds her waist and pulls her closer and she immediately inhaled a musk fragrance. Anya puts her both hand on that person's chest to create some distance then looks up and met with a pair of blue-green eyes but this time those eyes were without any ridiculing or mocking. They were looking so pure that she couldn't help but become fascinated and she thinks "His eyes are so beautiful!"

He does during rehearsal, and I’m not complaining. Jack strums a couple of cords on his Bass Guitar. Jack can give Dax a run for his money with the ladies; he has that whole surfie look minus the actual surfing going on; there is no doubt he is hot, blond sandy hair to his shoulders, ocean blue eyes and a golden tan. Yummy.

Ricky asked. “Huh um no they are blue; you should get your eyes checked,” Jade said shaking her head. She wasn’t sure why the boy was so interested in her eyes. “No, they are gray Jade.” He challenged. “There’s only ever been one person with your eye color. You should be happy that you’re different.” “Whatever, I have to go,” Jade said rolling her eyes. She was hoping her Aunt was already waiting for her. “Should we tell her about the legends?” Stephan whispered to Ricky.

I asked, really needing an answer here. “I can’t wait for you to find out. Now is just not the time.” Jasmine’s eyes darted to a small dull baby fork looking thing. It was even tinier than a baby fork, more like a seafood fork. Putting it on tip of her pinky finger, he dug in like his life depended on it. “MOTHERFUCKINGDAMNITCOCKSUCKERASSFUCKINGHOLE!” Jasmine screamed it all out as he worked away at her nerves.

Why is this disinfector not burning? I lifted my eyelids a little and looked at him. His light brown eyes were concentrating on applying the disinfector on my cut gently. My eyes are refusing to believe the scene in front of them. Always rude and mean Jack Miller is applying ointment on my cut. I don't know how he is managing to be so civil with me today. With this thought in my mind, I peered more at his face.

"Well, if he's not exhibiting any symptoms, I can't do anything about that," Elena said slowly. She turned to JJ. "Your ears are good, so I'll be checking your eyes now, okay?" Elena had just turned on the pen light when Jack immediately began protesting. "You can't shine a light that bright into a child's eyes," he all but yelled. "They're still developing—you'll blind the kid!" "Mr. Winslow, I assure you our lights are not bright enough to do that," Elena said. "Additionally, I move the light quickly, so JJ isn't even experiencing any discomfort."

"What is this? Hazel was a little confused. Jack said he had something good for her, but it turned out to be a bunch of cucumbers and eggplants? Jack pushed the things on the table forward and a charming smile appeared on his lips, "What are you standing there for? Come and take it." Hazel frowned. Although he was still smiling, she had a bad feeling.

After my eyes were plucked out, I lay on the operating table with two empty sockets on my face, resembling that of a broken doll. Samuel Sterling felt no guilt. He picked up my eyes to examine them and praised them, saying, "Daeleen was right. These really are a beautiful pair of eyes! I promised you, Daeleen. I will make all your wishes come true." As the anesthesia's effect slowly wore off, I could not help but cry out in pain. Samuel finally turned his attention to me as if blaming me for interrupting his memories of Daeleen.

The kind that says I see you and I am glad and this is everything and I will not make it weird. When she pulls back her eyes are doing something. "Do not," I say. "I am not doing anything," she says. "Your eyes are doing something," I say. "They are fine," she says, blinking rapidly. "Completely fine. Dust." "Hackney dust." "Notorious for it," she says.