Novel & Cerita 11 Eyes

all the things that an adoring, unknowing seventeen-year-old was not. Only his eyes had changed, Elena noticed, with a sudden sharp flicker of sensation which she immediately suppressed. Oh, they were still the same incredible colour, somewhere between onyx and gold, still flecked with those incredible colour, somewhere between onyx and gold, still flecked with those heart-dizzying little specks of lighter colour and still surrounded by those unfairly long, thick dark lashes.

His hair grow messily long, his square face elongated to oval, his turned-up nose narrowed and formed a barely perfect straight bridge, his chapped purpled lips smoothen and turned reddish heart-shaped and his scattered brows converged forming a thick and angled pair of brows that framed glaring cold eyes. What I hate the most about her were her eyes. Her eyes are sharp spears that could pierce you deep up to your soul in one glance. Her eyes could make anyone feel exposed and vulnerable. No wonder why mormians retreat in just a gaze and they hated her the most of all medius because they feel inferior around her, we feel inferior.

Both were shocked with this incident, Anya looks up and collides with his blue-green eyes. Anya raise her finger and traces on Sebastian's eyes making him shiver with her touch "Your eyes are so beautiful, so pure without any malice." Anya stares into his eyes with admiration and fascination then says "Why you always filled them with negative emotions? Or else they are the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen in my life." Hearing her words Sebastian holds her waist and pulls her closer to him then he touches his forehead with her and mumbles "Stop me before I lose control."

It hurt when she pressed down. “I need you to open your eyes. I need to see if there is any serious damage to your eyes.” She took a deep breath, and slowly opened her eyes. The light was still bright, but her eyes quickly adjusted. The doctor flashed the light into her eyes, she blinked. “Follow the light please, Ms. Hewsen.” He said moving the light from one side to the next/ She followed the light with her eyes, “Call me Jade.” She said closing her eyes. “My head hurts.”

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.

The Reaper posture returned. "I do not have an appointment. My calendar is clear." "The optometrist, Cale. 11:00 AM. You’ve been squinting at the crossword puzzle for weeks." "I do not squint. I narrow my eyes to reduce glare. The paper is too reflective." "You hold the paper at arm's length. Your arms aren't long enough anymore. You look like a T-Rex trying to read a map." "My vision is 20/20. I am a spotter. I can see a threat from three hundred yards."

Hazel Eyes Anastasia Perry, an elegant figure at 5'10" with striking blue eyes and flowing blonde hair, stood amidst the bustling city sidewalk. Her cobalt blue pantsuit radiated confidence, while her honey blonde hair was impeccably gathered into a sleek ponytail. The world outside was a whirlwind of activity, but Anastasia's focus was on one thing – her wristwatch. Time was slipping away, and she knew she had to hurry. Her job interview at the prestigious Pinnacle investment banking organization was scheduled for this morning at eight, and the stakes had never been higher.

Jessi picks up one of the photos, studying it closely. "Look at his eyes." She says, handing me the picture of one of the rogues. It's a close-up of a rogue who happens to be looking at the camera. I look at his eyes and see they don't look right. There seems to be something like a film over them. It almost looks like when a human gets cataracts. I've been looking over this stuff every day, and it takes her five minutes to see something I've missed.

“Kept what hidden? I saw him lose both eyes! Both!” Cullen, who was still leaning weakly against the pillows, frowned hard. “Selena’s right. I saw the wound. There were no eyes left to keep.” The spy shook his head slightly. “He grew another one. Not a real eye. A magical one. A stored one. Something he kept for emergencies.” I gasped. “How does someone keep spare eyes? Like… like spare shoes?” Ava pinched the bridge of her nose. “Can we not compare eyeballs to shoes?”

One hundred seventeen. A bright light hit my eyes. Leroy cursed, pressing his right hand to his face. The pain in the eyeballs decreased, the mercenary slowly opened his eyelids. Lighting, as it turned out, was not so dazzling. Two cast chandeliers, for a dozen candles each. And the wax had just begun to drip, as if the fire had been lit fifteen minutes ago.