Eyeless Jack No Mask Novels & Stories

I said denying the fact i was jealous of the stares those girls were giving Jack Jack eyes roamed the cafe,probably searching for our table course he smirked when he saw our table and walked towards us Taking a seat beside me he exchanged pleasantries with my siblings while I acted like I didn't know he was beside me "So I've become invisible you cant see me right" Jack feigned anger "Sorry I didn't see you" I said "Well you didn't see me, but your food did..... its calling me to take it" he licked his lips taking my tray of food to his side eating it

The owl-masked elder, the same one who had questioned me during dinner, turned her head toward me with a sharp tilt of her chin. "You may rise." I rose. Slowly. Like my joints were rusted. I didn't look at the other girls. I kept my eyes on the table. "Those in favor." And then, one hand rose. I recognized the jackal mask. Two. The owl. Three. A man in purple rose next. The obsidian brooch pinned at his collar gleamed like a shard of night. He did not look at me as he lifted his hand, only stared straight ahead.

The munching teeth of the attacker was all crazy out with all the blood that was flowing in his mouth. Jack trying to avoid the blood getting into his face but he can't , the attacker was too strong. And before he could reach the face of Jack to bite. Jack reaches the knife already in his pocket and stabbed it directly to the eyes of the attacker and then to his head. He successively did it to make sure the attacker won't have any chance to survive. And the growling sounds and munching teeth of the attacker stop and it fell down to the body of Jack. Jack quickly push the body of the attacker away from him and he sat while chasing his breath. Panting and sweat was all over his face.

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.

“ could he be the mask guy “ Cassy asked her self silently she only knew the mask guy as Fredrick she wasn’t aware of his complete name “Alright thank you have a nice day “ Cassy said opening the car door Cassy got inside , dropped her bag inside her room then proceeded to the kitchen to get something she could eat . “ is he the one , why did he not wear a mask ? I just hope what I ran away from isn’t happening again “ Cassy said picking a mug of tea She decided to log into the internet to get her mind off the possibility of fred the CEO being the mask guy “ hi hope you nailed it “a message poop up from her W******p message A smile appear on her face when she saw the sender “ oh jack what wo

I held his hands back to my bre*st, and begged him excessively before he went on with the massage. His laughter is destructive! Mr. Jack tossed me on the bed and expected me to close my eyes. Why do I have to close my eyes? This doubt won't leave my head, if I am going to die at least I need to see what will kill me so I can rest peacefully in the otherworld. I gave him the look in my eyes, only I can choose what to do with it. Mr. Jack smiled, stood up from the bed, and went to the cabinet standpoint, paused a bit before opening the closet. He pulled out some stuff that looked unusual to me.

His touch was the only thing in this world that didn't feel like a lie. He leaned down, his lips brushing against the edge of my mask, right where the ivory met the sensitive skin of my jaw. "Let me take it off," he groaned, his voice thick with a raw, masculine need. "Let me see the fire in your eyes when I touch you like this."

“Jack, this isn’t the place to talk. Go bring the car over.” Jack stood his ground, unmoving. He hadn’t slept properly for months. Maybe the constant insomnia had finally made him hallucinate. He was seeing Leon? Jack wiped at his tears with the back of his hand and blinked hard. The black-clad figure didn’t disappear. He reached out, trying to pull down the man’s mask, to check if he was still breathing. The man frowned and turned his head aside. That look of instinctive distaste—the small, precise movement—matched Leon in Jack’s memory perfectly.

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.

Damon quizzes “Why not? It was my time to put my stamp on the world beyond my house and I wanted to be notice so for most of the time outside of home I had 2 different coloured eyes! And I thought it looked amazing!” I giggled “Your already have the most beautiful eyes” Damon said as he cupped my face to kiss me “I know it sounds dumb now but back then I thought it was cool, once my family died I couldn’t keep using them, the crying made them hurt my eyes!” My tone went to sadness and my eyes filled with tears