Jeff X Eyeless Jack Novels & Stories

Theo’s point of view I don’t know what’s worse—the fact that we were almost fooled by a dog, or the grin Jack’s wearing now. Barefoot. Smug. Standing like this is all some kind of joke and he’s the one telling it. Eva’s still got her hands raised, white magic fading from her fingertips in lazy curls of light. Her face is unreadable—cold, focused—but I see the tension in her jaw. Jack gives a lazy bow, as if we’ve stumbled into his private theater. “Ta-da.”

Soon, the whole plate is gone and Jack looks sickly. "Jack, are you alright?" I check. He shakes his head, "No." As soon as that's said, I get an ominous feeling. Jack's eyes roll back into his head. "No!" I scream and scream. "Jack! Can you hear me? Jack!" Tears sprint down my face. They blur my vision and make it hard to breathe. I pull as hard as I can to release myself, it fails.

He stomped again, the man sputtered water right before his brain turned to mush. The Alpha with the seared face clicked his pulse gun at Jack, but it didn't work. Jack threw his knife at the man, but the Alpha caught it. Jack ran at him instead, maneuvering his body like a fulcrum and flipped the Alpha backwards on to the metal desk. His body broke as it hit. The Alpha stabbed Jack in the kidney. White hot pain soared up through his spine. Jack jammed his elbow down into the Alpha's throat, cutting off his air supply. The man stared with his hollow eyes at Jack. He knew he was going to die, that Jack was moments away from suffocating him, but his eyes never faltered. The eyes of a killer.

Everywhere went completely dark again and all I could see were their glowing eyes but then, only his eyes gleamed red. I looked at him deeply and this time around my eyes has seen his wolf, standing huge right behind him. "He's a ruthless Alpha!!" Raven whimpered as she relapsed in fear. I remember him. Tears swelled up my eyes as I saw his wolf, Odin. His red eyes glimmered and burnt with so much rage. I remember him, the supreme Alpha, Jace Steele. Jack had ran, holding the broken bottle high as he descended on Jace but he was sent flying back to the feet of Connor, groaning bitterly as he held his fractured ribs.

i said fieghing a smile. He pushed himself away from the wall to stand before me. " How is your lips? " I heard him asked softly. I look up at him and i smile " It's fine " i said before looking away. The airs around jack mayor command authority. I'm sure everyone will feel intimidated under his gaze. " It's late, sleep here " Jack said with a tone of finality. " No i can't, i have ... " " You can't go for shooting with your lips like this, I'm going to claw foot club company tomorrow anyway so our direction is pretty the same "

"Is it?" The voice didn't come from the comms. It came from the doorway. Blind Eye froze. The humming stopped. The hand holding the whiskey glass trembled, sending ripples through the amber liquid. Slowly, the motorized wheelchair turned. The servos whined in the silence. Jack stood in the archway. He looked like a vision from hell. His trench coat was shredded, revealing the Kevlar and blood beneath. His face was smeared with soot and the blue dye from the confetti. His eyes were burning silver pools of absolute, unadulterated violence.

Just what was behind this mystery? His gut instinct told him not to touch but… reaching out he grasped the link and before Gerald could get what happened, Jack suddenly sat up, opening his eyes, his pupils had varnished leaving only his sclera that was glowing white. His hollow-looking eyes glared at Gerald, who had already removed his hand from the link while in a startle by Jack's sudden wake, he stood there frozen from Jack's glare. Jack lowered his eyes slowly, freeing Gerald and making him stumble away from him, looking up to Jerry and Carl who was still dumb-struck at the sudden turn of events,

Susan sighed, "Such a shame Mr. Hough isn't Mister Long Legs." Late at night, in an operating room on the tenth floor of the basement of a secret science lab in Royal City, Jack was lying still on a pale operating table. The doctor held a sophisticated instrument to his eyes. A few seconds later, a pair of crystal lenses were removed from his eyes. Immediately, his amber pupils glowed fascinatingly under the shadowless lamp. "Your wife's skills are truly extraordinary. She has really cured your eyes!" The doctor exclaimed when he took out a new pair of crystal lenses to put into Jack's eyes.

“Jack, those old things always complain that we are not engaged in honest work. If we destroy Regal Palace this time, how will they look at us when we return?” Kerrim was longing for this. On the other hand, Blonde Jack once again fell silent. He somehow felt that something was off, and he was worried about it deep down. At this moment, another young man with a Zippo lighter in his hand walked over. A young black man followed him. There was no doubt that this guy was Mr. Eye. He was the one who burned Jermaine Leonard’s ship using hypnosis.

…you can guess who it's exactly obviously Douche! "Where's Meg? Jack finally closes the door holding a massive taco in his hands 'not that I am petty or anything but Meg didn't pay for that.' He approaches me, munching it. In his eyes, there's so kind of emotion, one that I so loathed… The same kind I saw in Jeff's eyes. My eyes go straight down to his trousers and I see something budging out, 'his boner' is protruding out of his white trousers. " Why so scared Krystal... It doesn't bite!"