Novel & Cerita Eyeless Jack Story

That was… something. “So stop complaining. Aren’t you going to ask about my eye?” she said, tapping her eyepatch. Jack placed his hands on his hips. “What happened to your eye?” he asked lazily. “It’s part of the outfit,” she giggled, lifting the patch to reveal a perfectly normal eye. I ducked my head to hide my chuckle. “Hilarious,” Jack muttered, walking over to take my hand. “Do what you have to do. Leave as soon as possible. I’m taking my wife with me.”

Jack’s beast was being sedated by silver and wolfsbane, but after feeling his mate’s death after the endless torture, his beast was able to use his anger to break free and somehow escaped. He looked lost as he told me this part of the story, his eyes glazed over as if he was reliving it. It tore at me to see that look on his face, because I went through something similar to his mate before my death. It helped me to trust Jack enough to stop trying to run away from him, and I told him a watered down version of what happened to me. I told him about my uncle, what his men did to me, though I left out that it all happened in my first life. I told him about being given to Lachlan to form an allia

“Don't ever leave me!“ Alice said facing me and looking straight in the eyes. His eyes portrayed love, pain, worries and care and the wish that I could promise him that I wouldn't leave, however even if I wanted to promise him, I cannot promise him at this current state so I kept quiet. I gave him a soft smile and kissed his cheeks and looking at his now pinkish face and his eyes that looked like a black panda and also quiet puffy and red due to him crying, I could tell he must have not slept for long, he must have stayed with me like everyday to look like this! It was heartbreaking but also warming to know that someone loved and cared for me and that someone would be Alice. Alice's PoV It w

He simply stayed quiet, standing firmly on his feet while being manhandled by his bully. Unable to hold in his anger at the lack of reaction, Jonas pulled his arm back and punched him hard in the face. The teenager's head snapped back from the violent impact, but his body was held firmly in place by Jonas's tight grip on his shirt. Taking a slow, deep breath, the boy opened his eyes and stared right into Jonas's. His gaze was so acute and terrifyingly dead that the guys standing behind the jock instinctively began backing away. His eyes were bloodshot.

However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.

one said. “Tell Gamma Thelma to find a way to free us. I don’t want to die,” another muttered, his voice breaking. “Oh! Gamma sent me here to give you a peaceful send-forth,” Jack told them. His eyes changed and glinted, his claws protruded, and before they could say a word, he snapped their necks.

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

Only a priest's prayers could ensure that Daeleen received my eyes. Onlookers expressed envy, and some were even moved to tears by Samuel's devotion to Daeleen. What they did not know was that the romantic Capo they were admiring had plucked out his own wife's eyes, and that the owner of the eyeballs on display were now lying on a bed, staring into nothing but darkness. There was no painkiller being administered. All the moans from the pain left me panting for air, with only the ventilator to keep me from suffocating.

No one with good intentions enters by crashing through windows. More figures jumped in, and from their scent, Katie could tell they were shifters—not the ones she was expecting. "Jackals," she spat. Katie shot one in the chest, reloaded, and fired again, hitting another in the head. The last one managed to reach her, and Katie slammed the hilt of the gun on his head, but the man blocked it and grabbed the gun. Surprisingly, he met no resistance and was able to take it from her easily, but then he felt a sharp pain in his throat, and his world turned upside down as he realized he had been decapitated.

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.