Nina The Killer X Eyeless Jack Novels & Stories

The more she thought about her foiled plans, the angrier she became, resulting in her accidentally dropping the baby out of rage. "This is your fault! If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have gotten to this point in life! Die!" A loud thud sounded. Blood was splattered all over Marcus' pale face. As Sylvia cackled at the top of her lungs while walking out of the ward, a teardrop slid down Marcus' cheek from his closed eyes. Unfortunately, those eyes would never open ever again.

Nina couldn’t stand any of them. Besides, Xavier had bullied her plenty of times in the past too. Her tone was sharp when she said, “What are you looking at?” Xavier was looking at her eyes. They really were amber. But then Xavier thought better of it. How could there be such a coincidence? There were plenty of people in the world with amber eyes. Was he supposed to think every one of them was his sister? Besides, he had heard James mention before that Nina’s parents were still alive and that she had been born and raised in Burgola City.

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.

I awake with a slight headache and sit up, looking around the room. I realize I am alone and stand carefully. I look around the room in search of the bathroom. I decided to try the black door by the balcony first, and internally dance it is. I turn the light on and look in the mirror. My hair is stuck to my face, and my eyes are puffy and red from crying. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

Aelfric is the only person with indistinguishable eyes that appear to change with his every movement. “It’s him,” I whispered. “Lady? Lady Gabriella!” Doctor Kusher calls out to me, which made me feel a little bad because it’s supposed to be our first training today and yet I am already defying his orders. Without even thinking, I ran in the direction where I last saw the girls come from, hoping that I would see my hybrid stalker once more.

But soon, the ignored bloody words were still discovered by others. “Look, the Death Inquisitor! It was the Death Inquisitor who killed her!” “If that’s the case, this woman definitely deserves to die! Maybe it was some rich man’s lover who killed someone else’s wife!” “That’s right! Since it was the Death Inquisitor who killed her, then it must be true. This woman definitely deserves to die!” “Bah!” While everyone was talking, someone even began to spit on the car. Jack watched coldly from behind the crowd without saying a word. He only needed three seconds to memorize everything within the range of his eyes. He remembered even the smallest details.

As the fabric fell away, revealing Nina's face, she let out a startled scream, her eyes wide with fear. "Jack, what is this? What's happening?" Nina cried, her voice trembling with panic. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she took in her surroundings but Jack didn’t care, with a determined voice, he began the interrogation. "Nina, we need to ask you about your father's relationship with Michael Foster," he said, his voice grave. Nina's eyes widened in shock at Jack's words, her breath catching in her throat. "My father? What does he have to do with Michael Foster?" she asked, her voice filled with disbelief.

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.

She looks fragile; her eyes too wide, too bright, too honest. Jake bolts forward with a blanket, wrapping it around her shoulders before anyone else can move, but she barely acknowledges him. Not rudely, just… like her entire focus is on me. Her gaze is steady, unblinking. “Goddess.” Remy steps closer, his shoulders squared. “We have questions.” Nina doesn’t look at him. Her eyes stay on mine. “You may ask them.” Callen moves to Remy’s side, crossing his arms. “Did you feed the hunter's information?”

Before he could comprehend the situation, he was flung aside. As soon as Jack looked up, he caught sight of Quinn's stunning visage. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and he would have done anything to be with her. He was completely unaware of his impending doom as he scrambled to his feet and said, "Did you come in after me? Are you perhaps captivated by my looks? Come on, come over here. I've crafted a perfect way for you to meet your end." Quinn's gaze fell upon Jack. She saw that the mask had fallen at his feet. He was undoubtedly the serial killer, and his face was as grotesque as his mask.