Eyeless Jack Mga Nobela at Kwento

said Jack with playful smile. “Secret? With my mom? Seriously Jack” said Val rolling her eyes. “Yes, secret with my Mother-in-law” replied Jack and continued “Don’t do that” “What?” asked Val confused “That eye thing” said Jack. He doesn’t know why he didn’t like it when she roll her eyes at him. But she looks hot when she does that. “You mean this” again Val rolled her eyes “Yes and I said don’t do that” said Jack gritting his teeth. Why won’t she just listen to him?

His eyes almost narrowed to slits as he thought hard. "She was curvy," he finally said. "The big clothes she had on couldn't really hide her figure. I saw she had black hair, green eyes and- and-" Jack's eyes suddenly lit up. He snapped his fingers excitedly. "Oh! And I remember she had a mole right here." He pointed at a spot on his left cheek. I pointed to the exact same spot on my face. "Right there? Are you sure?" "Dam- Sorry. Very sure, ma'am."

Ana kept her eyes still on Jack as she now stuck out her tongue to lick on his crown and taste his precum. “Hmm,... Fuck...” Jack shut his eyes briefly, clenched his jaw and drew in an audible breath. One could tell he was fighting to have his hands fist on her hair and force her to take all of him inside her mouth. He gripped both of his hands on the arms of his chair and could only throw his head back and grit out.

Both men went quiet when they saw her enter. Jack couldn't believe how gorgeous Jill truly was. He was used to seeing her dressed in the same.old uniform at Old George. However, now Jack actually got to see Jill for the woman she had become. Her green eyes shun bright, her smile was perfect, and well, the rest of her, Jack found her to be quite the woman.

“Inception: First Stage.” Jack’s eyes rapidly become golden yellow like Aiden’s whenever he transformed, but unlike his brother, he didn’t become larger or grow some fur. Apart from his eyes, there was no other change; however, the air around him was different. Gasping his spear tightly, Jack dashed forward, displaying speed that was several times greater than what he had revealed so far! *Boom*

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.

Except James. The kiss ended abruptly, and as I pulled back, something hit me like a lightning bolt of realization. His eyes. While Jack’s hazel irises were different from James’s ocean-blue gaze, their shape was exactly the same. Hunter’s eyes. Predatory, intense. I scanned his face—his nose, every angle, every detail. It all matched. The sharp cheekbones, the jawline. The only differences were his darker skin tone and the mustache gracing his upper lip.

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 ...."

I flicker my eyes towards that direction, watching as the door slowly creaks open in order to reveal Jack behind it. He's leaning his entire body weight against the outside door frame as he looks down at me with a curious, yet intimidating expression. "You're up?!" I say, greeting him as I find myself growing happy with the fact that I would no longer have to wake him. Jack's eyes flicker down the frame of my body, analyzing my entire physique before quickly bringing his gaze back up to meet mine. "Who did I just hear you talking to?" He asks in a low tone as he continues to stare down at me with those intimidating eyes.

Without looking directly, he knew the owner before he spoke; for there was a trace he knew very well and never mistook at all. "How are you, brother?" A voice identical to the ripples of his voice, in a sarcastic tone draped in blame. Jasper raised his gaze very slowly, to meet the face that represented his dark mirror. Jack was standing there, with the exact same features and cuts, with the same sharp, clever look, except for that deep scar and the cover that concealed his missing eye. Jasper observed him with extreme calmness that hid behind it a storm of emotions, to answer in a burdened tone: