How Old Is Eyeless Jack Novels & Stories

Jack *warning explicit sexual content* Jack's eyes shot up from his intense work, the weight of time pressing heavily on his weary shoulders. It was well past 6 now, the hour of liberation nigh. With a sense of urgency coursing through his veins, Jack hastily gathered his belongings, his heart racing with anticipation. The walls seemed to close in on him, each tick of the clock taunting him mercilessly.

He was pretty sure he wasn't bleeding but he couldn't tell, not for sure. What he knew was that he was going to kill the witch. He'd rip out her evil heart and watch the eerie light fade from her eyes. She'd claimed earlier to be over two hundred years old. Jack vowed she wasn't getting any older than tonight. As soon as he could move.

Of course… I fought the urge to lick my lips but my stomach did a flip all on its own, not from hunger. He was very tall and lean, wearing only some small shorts that very well showed off every muscle… Every indentation. EYES UP GRACE! He had really shaggy light brown hair that came around his face and the lightest blue eyes. “Christian! Hey man,” Jack said, letting go of my hand.

There was a beautiful Black Wolf who had Red Eyes who was known as ‘The Mad Alpha’, whenever he was in attack mode his eyes would be like blood red he turned vicious and I couldn’t believe my eyes, I could feel something inside of me screaming for my mum but no words came out. The next thing I heard was Dad’s voice say “Get her out of here, NOW, she needs to be safe”. “Yes Sir”, came from an older lad. That was Jack he was amazing, his eyes sparkled, all of the girls his age would be around him but he wasn’t interested in any of them, but he protected me like a little sister, but then all of a sudden I was scooped up by someone it was my mum carrying me away from all the fighting that was ha

THIRD PERSON POV ***** Jack, a 25-year-old man, had lost his way in life. Orphaned at 20, he was living off the insurance money and inheritance left by his parents. After graduating college, he embraced an otaku lifestyle, dedicating his time to high-end gaming. His most prized possession was his powerful PC, equipped with top-of-the-line graphics cards.

I sipped the drink before handing it back to Jack. “No one has ever made it sound so easy. You are the first person to actually make me believe I could do something like that,” he said softly. He smiled, his eyes lighting up. They were a combination of green and brown, a hazel that couldn’t decide what color it wanted to be. A girl could lose herself in those eyes. “Anytime,” I said with a smile. He handed me the cold glass and I sipped on the sweet liquid. “You said you were the oldest? How many siblings do you have?”

“Hey, what happened here? Why was your door kicked in? Are you alright? Jack wasn't completely coherent. His thoughts were fuzzy. He didn’t hear anything being said to him. Gordon got closer and closer. He now stood next to Jack. He noticed the boy's hair was wet. His skin was pale. The whole scene was odd and somewhat spooky. He wondered how old the boy was. He figured that he was no older than ten or maybe even twelve. The noise that he heard earlier was getting louder. He finally pinpointed its origin. It was coming from the television. He thought that it sounded like a lot of people rubbing sandpaper together. White and black speckles danced across Jack's face. His eyes were fixated on s

"Jack had a bright future ahead of him. His dream was to join the army and protect his country, but he was kidnapped when he was 17 years old and lost his eyesight." "I know about that, but I thought Jack had already recovered from that incident." "Not completely. We spent a fortune, but he's still suffering from long-term effects. His eyesight is the reason why he couldn't join the army. Since then, Jack's personality has completely changed! After that, he refused further treatment, and he spends practically every night in complete blindness. It's something that he simply cannot get over." Old Mister Hough sighed dejectedly, but there was also a hint of guilt within that sigh.

“Shhh. Shhh… Open your eyes babe. Look at me. “ Said jack soothingly. “Wh.. Hiccup… Why did you brought… Hiccup… Me here like that? “ I asked struggling to talk. “I wanted to spend time with my love. Don’t cry. Open your eyes. “ He said. The image of dad hitting mom played again in my mind and more tears came. Jack was now sitting on the couch with me on his lap, sideways. He was rocking me back and forth whispering constantly to open my eyes. After few minutes he stopped moving and I felt something cold pressing on my lip. I opened my eyes to look a glass of water. “Drink” He said.

Emma closed her laptop and took a deep breath. "Em? You still up?" Jack's voice echoed through their too-big house, slightly slurred. "In the bedroom," she called back, slipping on her glasses like armor. Jack appeared in the doorway, still in his game-day suit, tie hanging loose around his neck. At thirty-two, he was in his hockey prime—six-foot-two, shoulders like a coat hanger, jawline that could cut glass. He'd been gorgeous when they met in college. Now he was sculpted.