Jack O'connell In Skins Novels & Stories

The next second, Darryl acted at high speed, tearing off something from Jack’s face. It was a mask! Argh! Looking at Jack’s real face, everyone sighed. It was not about how scary Jack looked, but it was his despicable face that was a huge contrast to the honest look he had before. “It’s you?” Megan caught on to Jack instantly. She recognized that man! To be more accurate, everyone in the police station knew Jack! He was the suspect of an antique fraud case a year ago! “Hurry up, and quickly take a look at Leo's face. See if there is a mask too!” Megan was beyond excited.

He’d been researching alternate weapons, but so far nothing he’d come up with had been approved, so he stood in the middle of the East River suspension bridge eyeing Jack the Ripper, knowing he was cornered, and a gun would do him in, with nothing but a wooden stake and his bare hands to end the life of the worst criminal he’d ever pursued. They were close enough together now that Aaron could see the eyes of his teammates. Jamie had been covering the far right path, but since Jack was backing toward the one to Aaron’s left, he leapt over the railing and stepped into the automobile lane where Vicky was also closing in on Jack. Frank had a stake in his pocket; Aaron could tell by how he was fi

Just as I was about to call the bartender, a deep, smooth voice cut through the haze. "Hey." I turned. There he was. His dark skin caught the low light, and his eyes, just as dark, seemed to size me up in an instant, as if he already knew the effect he had. His face was chiseled and strong, framed by a perfectly trimmed beard, a study in control. His buzz-cut hair was sharp, not a strand out of place, and his lips held a smoothness that pulled my gaze. He smiled, and a single dimple appeared on his cheek.

“What the fuck am I? Ground beef?” He scoffed. “You’re a high-ranking mobster. Someone gives you lip, you shoot their kneecaps off—” “No, Eoghan does that,” Brennan interjected wryly, and I shot him a swift smirk because baby bro had done that. And recently. It was technically why I was looking like a walking corpse, and why Seamus was about to meet Jack Skellington instead of the Declan of before. “I know it’s going to be a learning curve.” Conor hooted. “More than that.”