Jeff X Eyeless Jack Novels & Stories

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

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.

Apparently, he wasn’t fully aware I had healed Adam. “And you are sure this isn’t some kind of voodoo thing?” Jack asks as he leans forward looking at me. “What are you looking at, you fool?” I ask him leaning back in my chair. “Well, I am wondering if there is something in your eyes that gives the hint that you are a healer,” he says as he continues to stare at me. “There is nothing; stop staring!” I say to him.

I know it's nothing but a pair of eyes from a painting but the true meaning behind this painting freaks everyone out, she didn't need to know why it meant, cause if she didn't she'd be horrified. Jack looks at me and I at him, I shake my head, telling him not to say a word about it, he nods. "That my dear is the eyes of Lord Ego." Jack tells her. Regardless of the fact that he sounded like it was no big deal just now, I could sense how Jack trembled from his voice and how he just hesitated. He was staring at the painting with such intense fear, trying hard to maintain his composure.

"What's your take?" Xylos struggled to speak, but no words came out, just a helpless groan. Jack's chuckle filled the room. "Trying to talk?" "Ahh..." "Don't worry, I'll fill you in bit by bit," Jack said, peeling an apple with a knowing smile as he looked at Xylos. "Jamie sure talked a lot, but he got one thing wrong. The first person on my list is Jeff." "You..."

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.

Jack said, his brown eyes narrowing as he watched Eden walk away. I turned to Jack, my slender face set in a curious expression. "What? What don't you like?" I asked, giving him a glance as my main focus remained on Eden. He was walking towards his vehicle, his dark hair perfectly messy, and his sharp jawline accentuated by the afternoon sun. "I don't like the newcomers," Jack said, his sporty features twisted in distaste. "They look so creepy and like something carved, like some sculpture." I raised an eyebrow, my gaze flicking back to Jack. "Really? Or you're just jealous of their looks," I said, a hint of amusement dancing in my voice. I rolled my eyes slightly, my long, curly brown hair

I was so distraught over what happened to her under my watch that I wanted her to keep drinking as if my blood could fix everything for her. The gash on my palm closed however, and I watched her wipe the blood from her face with her arm. I wanted to see the light in her eyes flicker back on, any indication that the fire within her hadn’t died out, but the blank stare of her green eyes told me otherwise as she listlessly laid her head back on the pillow.

One warrior was tapping his finger against the door and another kept shifting in his seat. Everyone hated Alpha James. He was the classic backstabber. Nice to your face but he would sweep your legs out from under you if it meant he would gain more power or money. He never did anything for anyone, unless it benefited him. To the point that I seriously questioned if he even had any allies. He probably thought he didn’t need them. As I am the only pack bigger than him, he must think he is untouchable.

"Mickey! You're here! You came to take me home, right? Please…please, take me home. Please…" Her voice cracked with panic. She crawled desperately but couldn't even reach the tip of his shoe. Mickey stood motionless, watching her writhe like an insect. Only when she finally gave up, collapsing in tears, did her voice turn shrill with fear. "Mickey, no! It wasn't me! Jack—" "Shut up!" His voice snapped like a whip. Then he kicked her—hard—right in the chest. His face was twisted with rage. "You don't get to call me that."