Eyeless Jack Lemon Novels & Stories

"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.

Jack said, his brown eyes narrowing as he watched Eden walk away. I turned to Jack, my slender face set in a curious expression. "What? What don't you like?" I asked, giving him a glance as my main focus remained on Eden. He was walking towards his vehicle, his dark hair perfectly messy, and his sharp jawline accentuated by the afternoon sun. "I don't like the newcomers," Jack said, his sporty features twisted in distaste. "They look so creepy and like something carved, like some sculpture." I raised an eyebrow, my gaze flicking back to Jack. "Really? Or you're just jealous of their looks," I said, a hint of amusement dancing in my voice. I rolled my eyes slightly, my long, curly brown hair

Jack handed a hot cup of coffee to me. I took it and gulped it down feeling the hotness in my stomach. My cheeks and lips still hurts Jack brought out an ice pack and began massaging it on my face. I winced in pain, Jack had a sorry look on his face. "I should have killed that bastard, how dare he hurt you" Jack muttered clearly mad "It okay, but you did beat him up" I managed to say He resumed massaging my lips when suddenly our eyes met. !!𝑂𝒉 𝑏𝑜𝑦!! Those cute dreamy eyes

His grip around her body tightened and he pulled her more into his figure. When they broke the hug, Jack looked into Jenny’s eyes and suddenly smelled the musky scent of the jungle from her body. He sniffed her again and confirmed that she was the source of that scent. He was getting drowned in the scent. Jenny was feeling weird. Before she could ask anything, Jack’s eyes turned yellow and started glowing and the only word he said was, “Mate” Jenny gasped and covered her mouth with her hands. She had watched many of the movies and dramas. Jack’s stares were like some of them. She kept looking at him, and soon his eyes turned back. But the gentleness in his eyes was replaced by desire.

My eyes widened. Jack.

As the heavy duty jeep trundled away from Five Lakes Jack and Caleb sat in silence together. They both wore relaxed jeans and button-down shirts in differing shades of blue highlighting their mossy brown eyes. Jack wore a black eye-patch, daring anyone to stare at his disfigurement. There had already been several instances where his rage had boiled over against those he felt were judging him. Caleb had almost not brought him along, but his father had insisted that they stick together.

I smirk, "more like my mates. Plural Jack. They're quite territorial you know?" He gawps, "two? Mates? That's just a legend!" He gasps. 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.