What Does Eyeless Jack Eat Novels & Stories

Jack says, narrowing his eyes in suspicion. "I eat bread just not a lot," Alex says, giving his son a look. "Of course, sir," Lawrence says and heads back to the kitchen. I try to focus on my sandwich, but I can feel Alex's eyes on me. When I risk a glance, our eyes meet. He's staring in that intense, unreadable way that makes my breath hitch. I smile shyly and look away. Jack practically inhales his food. "I'm done!" he announces, grinning and gulping down his grape juice like he's in a race.

“Oh my God…” For a heartbeat, Jack saw it clean: massive, sinewed, slick black like oil on muscle. Eyes molten. Teeth like a roomful of knives. It turned—head cocked—tasting them across the distance. Hunger. Malice. Consideration. And then it changed.

A big glass of ice water sat above her silverware. Jack, on the other hand, was fisting a bottle of whiskey and eyeing her as if she was a tempting treat, unable to completely shield the feral hunger in his eyes that told her he wanted to strip her, cram her full of himself, and make her scream. Apparently, he didn’t see the robe as frumpy. “I made chicken and sausage gumbo,” he rasped as his gaze roved her face, down her bare neck, to the hint of skin visible between her breasts. He shifted in his seat. “Ever eat gumbo?”

I couldn't breathe or see anything from tears in my eyes. Jack looked from dust to me. Slowly he began to walk towards me and I stepped away from him. The wall was keeping my back again, there wasn't any space where to go anymore. He didn't say anything just looked into my eyes, his face pale was covered by black veins, he didn't have any color in his eyes, they were full of blackness. I was looking at them as they were black holes where time and space don't exist here. His silence was killing me.

Wilson instructed before turning to Jack with a stern expression. "Jessie, besides chips, what else do you like?" Jack asked while still chewing. He turned to the cabinet and grabbed a basket of snacks. Jessie sank into the soft chair and smiled. "Hmm, just grab a bit of everything. I like them all." Jack had never seen half of those snacks before. He picked each one up curiously and studied the labels. "I'll open this pack of jerky," the maid said to Jack. Jack lifted the container, shook it a little, and wondered what it tasted like.

Rosa asked. Jack shook his head. "To a man-made poison? Sure but, one laced with magic or under supernatural circumstances, it's possible. The Makkari is a royalty, immortal but, that doesn't make them indestructible." Jack twists the cap of the vial and pour the contents onto his tongue. Rosa felt nauseous while Ayara stared at her intently. Jack growled for a while and his eyes were closed when he does it. In split seconds, his eyes open and it flickers from the color blue and red. A slit took over his eyes and his face turns into an angry vampire but this time, his features are much more monstrous-like.

Jack gave me a look, his eyes revealing a mixture of lust and a fierce and unrestrained rage. I didn't wait any longer, and I began sucking on the head of his penis, licking and tasting its precum before swallowing it whole into my mouth. Sucking on Jack made him moan even more, so I pushed even harder for it to get into my mouth. "Ahh," Jack grabbed my hair and began to fuck my mouth even harder.