How Old Is Eyeless Jack Novels & Stories

Jack asked while frowning, he wasn't angry that Jerry kept a secret, just that he kept it from even him. "I HAVE THIS WEIRD FETISH, HEHE, THEY…THEY'RE CONTACT LENSES, HAHA I ALWAYS SLEEP WITH DIFFERENT COLORS EVERY NIGHT!" Jerry said in a panicked mood, maybe it was because he just woke up or that he was too shocked that he forgot how to enter a perfect acting mood. "Then take them off," Jack ordered, his voice a bit hoarse, he was now 15 and going through puberty making his voice surprisingly deep but with a boyish tone that seemed to be trying to navigate into an adult tone.

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.

It was the day that Jack had been dreading. His birthday. He was 18 today. He had to leave the only home he had ever known, Old George Orphanage. Once an orphan had reached the age of 18, they were no longer able to stay. It was time to spread their wings and see what the world had to offer. However, Jack wasn't the only orphan being thrown out in the world today. His best friend, Jill, would be right there beside him. Today was also her birthday. 18 years old today. They'd been at Old George for as long as either could remember. Neither Jack nor Jill knew much of their past. Hell, they didn't know who they were or where they'd actually come from. Hence the names, Jack and Jill. Names given

I told them both, racing up the stairs. Jackie is 6 years younger than me. She has mom’s blonde hair with dark blue eyes. She has the pointed ears that I lack, and more elf magic. She didn’t get a dragon like me, but she did get a wolf. She hated that she couldn’t fly with us in the sky. “Jackie?” I called her name as I knocked.

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?

The Elsa I knew—the one who I had met in the palace or the one who had kidnapped me yet also let my go—was gone. It seemed like she was replaced by a mindless puppet, one with glazed eyes. They had once been so doe-like and innocent but now… they were anything but. "Do you like it, Eva?" Jack grinned, his cold fingers brushing my cheek as he watched the fight like it was mere entertainment. "Elsa’s a good fighter, isn’t she? Who do you think will win?" I shot Jack a furious glare, kicking at him in desperation, but he dodged easily, laughing at my effort.

As the heavy duty jeep trundled away from Five Lakes Jack and Caleb sat in silence together. They both wore relaxed jeans and button-down shirts in differing shades of blue highlighting their mossy brown eyes. Jack wore a black eye-patch, daring anyone to stare at his disfigurement. There had already been several instances where his rage had boiled over against those he felt were judging him. Caleb had almost not brought him along, but his father had insisted that they stick together.

The smell of blood was palpable; I could almost taste it. Jack was lying still on a patient bed, eyes closed and face relaxed. An oxygen tube extending from his face to a machine emitting slow beeps on the right. His coloring looked good, his dark skin radiating the neon colors of the medical machines nearby. His hair had grown in a week, and his black whiskers of his unshaven face stood out. I realized I had never seen him look so… so mature? Jack had always just been another face at the Lodge, a third of the trio with Toby and Skylar.

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

I never imagined that when life came to an end, it would be so unbearable. "Impossible," Jack said. His eyes raked across my face like hooks. In the past, he could tell where I was feeling unwell just by looking at my face, and he would eagerly bring me medicine and take care of me. But now he couldn't even see that I was dying. "Did Ethan get tired of you after sleeping with you once?" he said mockingly. "Well, that makes sense. After all, you're just a woman who's given birth. You're probably loose down there. Why don't you take a pill first to tighten things up a bit?"