Eyeless Jack Novels & Stories

The whisper of his lips brushing a particularly sensitive mark below my ear makes my eyelids flutter. In that same moment, Jack takes a step back as his eyes flicker between us.

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.

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.

The only other thing that felt as ridiculous as that to me was when Jordan told me, "Josie needs a pair of eyes. Why won't you help her, Hazel?" "Why do you need my corneas for this? What makes her deserve this?" His expression turned ugly when he saw that I was mad. "She doesn't have friends or family, and she's lost her vision at such a young age. What do you expect her to do?" His tone had softened. "You're not the same as her, Hazel. You have me—I'll be your eyes. I'll hire someone to care for you and never leave you." It was mocking to me how serious he looked. "So, her vision matters, but mine doesn't?"

Luke said firmly once again. I swallowed my spit with difficulty. The alpha's piercing gaze seemed to pierce my heart, leaving me helpless. The tail of these eyes could only glance, right at Jack the Elder who was indeed participating in the fight. "That guy... he is ...."

A few hours later, Jack stared into the mirror looking at a completely different person. His face had been cleanly shaven. His hair was short cropped on the sides and longer on the top. It had been dyed a light brown with blonde patches in it. The biggest change was his newly pointed ears made using synthetic cartilage. It was supposed to be reversible, but it looked pretty permeant to him. His normally steel blue-grey eyes gleamed back green.

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.

And Jack did not fail to take advantage of this opportunity and fell on top of the girl, pressing her with all his considerable weight. “Gotcha,” the man said with a predatory smile, leaning towards her face. Emily, who could not move now, lay prostrate under this man and looked into his ... His bestial eyes - incredibly yellow, with a red rim around. This color proved that he was the leader, because only the leader showed red eyes, completely filling the iris. But now this color was only a background. Backdrop for yellow bright shining eyes. Usually the girls who were with Jack experienced an irresistible desire, an excitement of such strength that they were not able to resist it.

Our sweet child was clinging to his daddy, which allowed me to look at his back easily. He did a have a mark but it wasn’t like anything I had seen. Two fierce looking eyes stared back at me. It was like only the eyes developed but nothing else. No nose, ears or anything. Black fur decorated the eyes that drilled wholes into whoever was looking at them. My fingers gently touched them and my wolf purred. There was something familiar with these eyes but still something comforting. Waylon handed me our child. His eyes were barely open as he snuggled into my arms. Going off what felt right, I moved him so he could latch. Hungerly, he started chugging down my sweet milk.

"Shut up, cunt nugget." "Very original insult my friend, very original," I said and started eating my burger, just in time for the waitress to swing by with Jack's steak, she set the bill down and took my glass to refill my drink. We finished our food and I paid for the grub, remembering to tip thirty percent for her humor, and we walked outside to leave when Jack grabbed me by the shoulder and walked me back inside. I shoved him off me and he looked at me with eyes that gave me the impression that he wasn't kidding around. "What's going on, dude?" He handed me a pair of binoculars and told me to go to the window and look outside, the windows were one way so I looked where he was pointing an