Novel & Cerita Jeff The Killer X Eyeless Jack

I immediately clear every single app in which I opened, before quickly throwing myself underneath Jack's covers. "Babyyy, wow youu should've seen meh out there." Jack slurred as he looked up at me with his completely dark and dilated eyes. "Did you win?" I asked, trying to act as if I didn't just invade his sense of privacy. "I fuckking killed them."

Trailing the guard were the very soldiers and the psychologist who were supposedly dead. "What if... we are the witnesses?" I pushed through the line of agents, walking deliberately toward Silas. Behind me followed ten fully armed "ghosts." Enzo, whose throat was cut; Mario, who jumped from a building; Luigi, who drowned... Even the "suicidal" psychologist, Dr. Sterling. They removed their masks, revealing faces that made Silas look like he'd seen a ghost. The wine glass slipped from Silas's hand and shattered on the floor. His practiced elegance crumbled, and his eyes finally showed terror.

Five years ago, my father's company went bankrupt. Debt collectors threw me off the third floor to pressure my father into paying, but my eyes hit the stone below, and my right eyeball was forcibly removed. My father paid off the debt and used the last of our money to give me a prosthetic eye. I had never told anyone about this, so no one knew one of my eyes was fake. It was not until the day when I recalled how Snowie could hear my thoughts that I realized something was not right.

Kneeling on the marble floor in front of him was a man in security uniform. It was Jack. Jack’s face was a map of wounds and dried blood. One eye was so swollen it was closed. Blood stained his collar. He was breathing hard but kept his head bowed. He didn’t fight back. He just took the blows. And Nathan wasn’t done. Like a whip, Nathan’s leg snapped out and kicked Jack’s side. The sound that followed was terrible. A sick crack, then a muffled cry. Jack curled inward, nearly toppling to the side.

He chuckled, and I almost puked at the way he talked, as if they were just talking about chickens. "He wanted her dead. I have to bargain for her. That shackle on her neck is keeping her alive. Once it’s out and she shifts, Dad has an order to eliminate her." Riley didn’t say anything, but I saw him throw a glance at Alpha Aeon through the rearview mirror. I couldn’t read Riley’s expression, but it was surely something else as he scrutinized the Alpha behind us. I tilted my head to look at Alpha Aeon and found him looking at Alexa, whose head was leaning against the window and already fast asleep.

Not just any bodies, the torn off pieces of her family: her mothers afraid features still cemented to her motionless body, surrounded by the limps of her father Daniel and younger brother Jamie. "They will fucking, pay for this!", Nyx roared inside my mind, igniting the fury already ablaze. There had to be over fifty pictures – zoomed in and out – of their gruesome murder. It was obvious they had suffered and she would make sure that the person who did this suffered too.

Psychopathically dark. When he cornered her to his car side, telling her to behave as he’d wanted to meet with some acquaintances, he offed his black Gucci glasses and she decided eyes as dark as his glasses would fit him more than his sky blue ones. Those eyes were too good for him, she thought, it would look better in somebody normal. She saw Luna approach, decided to act like she saw nothing, staring into emptiness. "Hey." Luna sighed, resting her back on the car.

The women nodded their heads even as their scared eyes fluttered all around the room in hysteria of the unrealistic situation that they had just undergone. “If you have had your fill then let me take you home. Jax will see to the rest over here,” Alastor said, making Vevina bring her gaze from him to the Beta and walking forward she pinned him to his spot with her gaze. Although a werewolf and a superior being Jax couldn’t move out of the range of those scary eyes. Vevina noticed this; fear had so often been reflected in her eyes before that recognizing them in someone else’s was an easy feat.

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.

The crowd silenced. A ringing sensation hummed within Jeff’s ears. Faint at first, then louder. His chest heaved, and air whistled through his teeth as he sucked in. His vision turned red with a flash of heat from behind his eyes. He laid Mr. Drake’s head next to the car’s tire and stood to face the others. A few onlookers grumbled, but nobody moved. Jeff met each of their stares. “You all did this.” The muscles in his neck tensed as he spoke, and his fingertips quivered. His breaths became shallow, and his lips pulled back over clenched teeth. He inched toward them. “He’s dead because of you.” Though they still held their weapons, each person backed away. “Now, wait just a minute.” Mr. Craw