Jeff The Killer X Eyeless Jack Novels & Stories

Kael's expression changed. "...It woke again." "So she really touched it." Lila's breathing stopped. Kael nodded once. "The first chain is broken." "The second won't last much longer." Lila swallowed. "What happens when all the chains break?" Kael didn't answer. He looked toward the ceiling. "When kingdoms remember...people die." ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………….. Back at the campsite, Cassian suddenly opened his eyes. He knew something felt wrong. He sat up quietly, looking at the fire, almost dead.

The kind that says I see you and I am glad and this is everything and I will not make it weird. When she pulls back her eyes are doing something. "Do not," I say. "I am not doing anything," she says. "Your eyes are doing something," I say. "They are fine," she says, blinking rapidly. "Completely fine. Dust." "Hackney dust." "Notorious for it," she says.

Kelvin could only make muffled sounds. Jack knelt beside him. He took the small knife and pressed the blade against Kelvin’s cheek. “You took my mother,” Jack said. “You took my company. You made her block my life, my money. Now I take something from you.” He pressed the knife point into Kelvin’s skin. He did not slash. He carved a deep line down Kelvin’s cheek. It was just a cut, but blood welled up instantly. A scream came from behind the tape. Jack watched the blood flow. He felt nothing. He wiped the knife blade on Kelvin’s shirt.

"Don't even think about it." "Wait for me." He brought the certificate to his lips and yanked out a dagger. He plunged it into his chest. His crazy move freaked me out. Blood sprayed everywhere, splattering onto the certificate and staining my photo red. He tried to wipe the blood off but ended up toppling into the shaft. With a flop, he hit the sewage below. I shook my head. Karma was a real piece of work. Three days later, a scavenger spotted the blood pooled by the elevator and called the police.

“ …..Do you really not know that Mel is an agent ? “ asked Jack with a serious look . “ Do you really think I would have stayed still if I knew that she was n agent ? Do you really think I would have allowed her to continue such a wrong path ?……..You guys many not believe me but I am totally clueless about this matter . I am hearing it for the first time from you just now . “ said Luna with her face still filled with shock from the dead body . “ Remember when I told you that having power means that one must bear its weight ? “ said Jack . Luna nodded her head as she looked at the blood on the ground . “ The weight of power isn’t an easy one yet my bro manages to keep his back straight as she

He pulls back with a cry and gently touches his nose. "No." "You didn't have to break my nose!" whines Jack. "You'll be fine," I say as I roll my eyes. "Why are you so sensitive about me asking that anyway?" asks Jack. "Would you be comfortable if I asked what position you were in when you had your last orgasm with the last target you killed? Or the way she touched your body and how she cried as you broke her open?" I ask. Jack stays quiet. "Didn't think so," I reply.

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

" I let the threat hang in the air. Silence I waited a bit longer but when he offered nothing but a pleading glance, I pull out my gun, pressing it coldly between his eyes. He struggled against his restraints but they were futile. His eyes were filled with emotions– pain, guilt, regret and anger– but I didn't care. His fate was sealed. He was of no use. Just a waste of time. While the gun was still pressed against his forehead, I ripped the knife from its sheath and drove it deep into his chest. . The sound of the knife slicing through his skin was drowned by the deafening shot that followed, the bullet that tore through his skull.

Everything was exactly as I remembered… the scratched furniture, the motorcycle magazines Jack had left, the faded curtains I’d never bothered replacing. And standing in the center of the room was Jack. But something was wrong. His posture was too stiff. His expression too blank. When he looked at me, his eyes were empty. Hollow. Like someone had scooped out everything that made him Jack and left just a shell. “Jack?” I took a step forward. He didn’t respond. Didn’t even acknowledge I’d spoken. The Broker’s voice filled the room, coming from everywhere. “Kill your friend, or watch your son die. You have ten minutes to choose.”

Jack seemed to sense death, his eyelids trembling and slowly opening. I smile, extremely cold and ghostly, but my eyes are emotionless, and my hand is slowly clenched. Jack slowly opened his eyes and glared at me. I could see my blood-stained face in his pupils, but I didn't care about it at all. I could forcefully squeeze Jack's neck to make him die quickly, but I didn't. I want him to feel death coming to him slowly. His eyes changed from panic, regret, and begging to anger, resentment, and unwillingness, but in the end, he couldn't escape death.