Eyeless Jack No Mask Novels & Stories

After Ares left, I fell asleep with my fingers on the blood that was on the picture and I saw him but he wasn't alone this time. "I saw her MinT. All grown with her white hair and blue eyes." He said to the person in front of him. "Did she have the scar?" MinT questioned. The strange man looked at him like he was crazy. "of course she had the scar you dumbass. I, Kojune, am never wrong. I just need more time and then we'll strike. When we do, her Vampire Alpha won't be able to save her." Kojune said with a sneer on his face. "And why's that?"MinT asked looking even more clueless. "Because then I would have the potion th-" Kojune was saying before he turned to his right.

The guys look so dapper in their tuxedos, and when they add their black and gold masks, they turn into mysterious strangers with eyes that ignite the flames deep within me. Jace wears a gold mask that is identical to my own, with black details, and Jude is wearing an all-black mask but looks similar to mine and Jace’s. Glancing at the reflection of us together in the mirror, I find that we look hot as hell. It only tells me that Jace and I are right to want Jude to join us, he’s our missing piece.

Marcus stared at me immediately. There were flashes of shock, fear, and uneasiness in his eyes. I forced out a smile. "You know what I'm like. I've never lied to you. Besides, I don't know how to act. After all, you of all people know how tiring it is to put up an act, right?" Marcus didn't doubt me at all. He believed every word I said, just like how I once believed he'd remain loyal to me forever.

When's the last time someone looked at me and saw just a man instead of a reputation? "Interested." Jack nods like he expected this. "Follow me." The corridor behind the bar feels like entering another world. Soft lights, thick carpet, fabric-lined walls that swallow sound. Everything designed for intimacy and secrets. He stops at a cabinet and pulls out something black and elegant— a mask that would cover the upper half of my face. The leather is butter-soft, expensive. "No phones past this point. No weapons. No real names." Jack hands me the mask. "What happens here stays here. What you learn about yourself is yours to keep."

" Really?" " Yes! Just call me Jasmin, that's my code name but if you want to see our faces you can't. Each of my colleagues here has a code name too. And our chief was Sapphire. So far you haven't seen her here. She is on vacation now. We wear a mask or face mask because that is the only barrier to covering our personalities. Oh, are you now happy because I already answered your questions?" He laughed again. "Really?" He said in a sarcastic tone. "Very superficial reason. Let me out of here. I'm getting bored here."

Sean “Lemme get dis straight.” Big Easy leans back in his chair, burly arms crossed over his broad chest. In daylight, the skull type tattooed mask around his eyes is even more pronounced and adds significantly to the impression of wariness. “All ya’ll someting extra. Ever’ single one o’ ya in de Candlewood leadership.” Jack raises his hand. “I’m normal.”

Or rather, out there in the dark. "Jack," Catherine said, tracing the black veins on his face. "Your eye..." Jack looked at his reflection in the polished steel of the reactor casing. His left eye was his own—hazel, human. His right eye was gone. In its place was a solid orb of blackness, with a burning, vertical golden slit for a pupil. It was the eye of the Wolf. The eye of the Entity he had fought in the dream. "I can see it," Jack whispered, looking at the ceiling, looking through the rock, through the earth, towards the signal from the mansion. "I can see the path."

Tonight Jack was going to fuck away his problems and his heartbreak, Liza and his future be damned. The evening quickly arrived and Jack showered in his private ensuite in his office and changed into a more business casual and made his way down to Audi R8 and sped accross town until he arrived at his destination. Jack donned his mask and entered the club. His senses were in overdrive as he searched the club looking for a companion for the night ,as he wandered the main floor watching woman in all types of postiions.He overhead one of the woman complaining of their picture being taken, he thought nothing of it and continued to lurk the club finding his release.

Susan sighed, "Such a shame Mr. Hough isn't Mister Long Legs." Late at night, in an operating room on the tenth floor of the basement of a secret science lab in Royal City, Jack was lying still on a pale operating table. The doctor held a sophisticated instrument to his eyes. A few seconds later, a pair of crystal lenses were removed from his eyes. Immediately, his amber pupils glowed fascinatingly under the shadowless lamp. "Your wife's skills are truly extraordinary. She has really cured your eyes!" The doctor exclaimed when he took out a new pair of crystal lenses to put into Jack's eyes.

Anne Jenner was laughed until her face turned red, a little reluctant to hit, she reluctantly said: "Don't laugh at me anymore." They laughed and laughed again, Anne Jenner angrily pulled up her mask, was about to turn the cards, but discovered that everyone stopped laughing, still staring behind her. She was surprised for a moment, the card in her hand was immediately pulled out by a hand with clear joints, she suddenly tilted her head slightly, then looked into a pair of peach blossom eyes as if smiling but not smiling. She wears a mask, only one pair of eyes is left, because her face is bare, without any eye contour, only a pair of clear, clean eyes that make people fall in.