Ticci Toby X Eyeless Jack Novels & Stories

I really was a troublesome child. Mom and Dad had appeared without warning and disappeared without a trace once the funeral was over, just like smoke. After venting all their anger, they simply returned to their own families. They didn't even ask how Grandma was doing. I could only sigh. As expected, only Hannah, Grandma, and I were a real family. Oh, and Blake, too. After the funeral, Blake took Hannah to the hospital to get her eyes checked. After she received proper treatment, her eyesight returned within a few days.

Who would have thought, Elana mused, that a human would become such a vital, beating part of our pack’s heart? On the other side of the house, the "advice" being given to Toby was of a much more rugged variety. Fennigan and Jax were leaning against the mahogany dresser, watching Toby struggle with his collar. "You're shaking like a leaf, kid," Jax teased, a smirk playing on his lips. "If you trip during the exchange, the Moon might think you're trying to bow."

Before long, the stock of the Goldberg Corporation plummeted, leaving the company teetering on the edge of bankruptcy. The wheel of fortune, indeed, had turned. One day, Tristan intercepted me as I exited my art gallery. The last exhibit had been two months ago, and now, seeing him slouched and a shadow of his former self, it was hard to believe this was the same golden boy who once lit up every room he entered. One hand hovered over his damaged eye as he spoke, his voice raw and unsteady. "Emily, it's over between me and Faye," he murmured, practically pleading.

I lifted my eye to him, and I could see a flash of gold in his eye, and they disappeared just as fast as they had appeared. He gripped my hand tighter, but it wasn’t the uncomfortable one. His thumb was caressing the back of my palm in an intimate way, and his eye was fastened on me, watching my every reaction. I was mesmerized; his forest green eyes were luring me in, and I couldn’t look away. I licked my lip as the staring got intense, his gaze making me all hot and bothered, and I could swear I heard him growl. "Hmm mmm." Jake cleared his throat loudly, and that broke whatever spell I was under. "That was some moment." He said in the mind link. "You guys were basically eye-fucking each ot

30 minutes later, I bellow out for everyone to switch up before turning my attention back to Toby, "Toby you are a seriously good fighter why-" "Sorry I'm late Liam, I got held up sorting out some stuff for Alpha!" Jack quickly appears at my side. "No problem, Jack we are practicing defense today, they've just switched off and I've been training with Toby here!" "I know, I've been watching for the last 5 minutes, what rank are you, Toby?" "I'm not ranked, Gamma Jack!" He looks as shocked as I felt earlier when I heard the same thing. "I just told him he's a seriously good fighter!" Jack is quick to agree with me.

“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.

Legs supporting the mantle were two giant wolves carved into the wood, their front paws outstretched, holding the mantle. Tobias lifted the whiskey decanter, and he carefully poured the amber liquid into glasses. Passing a glass to Uncle Jackson and then myself. “Well, start talking Jackson, I have not got all night “. Uncle Jackson raised the glass to his lips and took a sip, “Let me introduce you to my nephew Fenis Grey, Alpha Tobias”. “Nice to meet you, Alpha Tobias”, I greeted him with a nervous smile. “You look like Charlotte. I hope your mother is well, Fenis”. “She is a kind woman, your mother, way too good for that bastard Darius Grey”.

Milo frowned at him and then looked Jack over before he sighed. "I'll talk to Lyle about letting you go makerless. You obviously are against it. Whatever... you could've been my first fledgling... but I guess I'd be better off going with a human I meet later- one that hasn't been a fledgling for two years," he muttered and looked at the floor before he started for the door. "I'm sure Lyle can talk to the council about letting you be makerless. I'll talk to him about a different fledgling. Good luck in your eternal life Jack." Jack watched him go before he looked at me and smirked, exposing his fangs. He started for me then and crawled into Toru's lap before leaning over him to bite into my n

“Lisa, you shadow the white shirt. Don—eyes on Aki; you do not take that shot unless she points a gun at one of ours. Bruno, Will—you’re the plug at the gate. Nobody, nothing leaves without our tracker going with it. Sonja—you with me.” He slid his pistol from his shoulder rig and breathed once. The door hissed higher. The Cubans flanked, the forklifts stilled. “Ty,” Jack said. “Lights.” Ty smiled into the blue glow of his goggles. “Mabel, darling—curtain.” He hit enter.

The smell of blood was palpable; I could almost taste it. Jack was lying still on a patient bed, eyes closed and face relaxed. An oxygen tube extending from his face to a machine emitting slow beeps on the right. His coloring looked good, his dark skin radiating the neon colors of the medical machines nearby. His hair had grown in a week, and his black whiskers of his unshaven face stood out. I realized I had never seen him look so… so mature? Jack had always just been another face at the Lodge, a third of the trio with Toby and Skylar.