Big Dumb Eyes Book Novels & Stories

the bully gritted his teeth, looking at me with lust in his eyes. Immediately the words left his mouth, I felt the Vampire King disappear beside me only for me to look up and see that he was in front of the man and he was digging his eyes out. Fuck, so raw. I watched as the Vampire King pulled the bully's eyes out and mashed it with his heel. Looking at the squashed eyeballs on the ground, I almost puked out my guts. “Ahhh, my eyes, my eyes!! Give me back my eyes, ” the bully screamed and groaned, but the Vampire King only dragged him and cleaned his hands with his shirt.

He may not have smelled me, but as I took a step closer and the snow made that annoying crunch it does sometimes, he certainly heard me. His ears perked, and he quickly rounded on me with a snarl. There was madness in his amber eyes. It was strange to look into eyes similar to River and Sage. The color may be the same, but nothing else matches. Dane’s eyes didn’t have the light in them like the twins’. Their eyes are bright, full of life and mischief. Dane’s eyes are dull, the life drained from them, and the only spark in them was from this made quest to maintain power.

The voice of Big Cook was drowned away with panic as Belladonna felt the bowl in her hand almost slip away but the person who had rolled the trolley in, caught the bowl just in time, the soft hand brushing over hers jolted her back to the reality that crisis had been averted and she whispered a thank you, looking up at the person who had saved her from the trouble. Dull black eyes, with heavy bags of deprived sleep underneath them, stared back at her. Something unpleasant settled in the pit of her belly. "It's The Eye." "What do ya say, boy?" Big Cook asked from behind them, still, this man didn't look away. "The name, Big Cook." That unpleasant feeling. Those eyes that were still staring at

So this one is going to be more difficult, they say the only way you can really identify if someone is a giant, is if they're mad because they're eyes change, and I don't mean in colour. They're eyes change in a weird way where the pupil has the colour but the rest of the eye is the pupil, weird but I would really like to see that. So now here we are just strolling around the city, even though we're on a mission I can't help but be all tourist-like. I was taking photos, buying souveniers, anything a tourist usually does I did. My friends think I've lost my mind, but the jokes on them I lost it long time ago and they're just noticing.

He never spoke, so it was impossible to know what he was thinking about, light brown eyes were cold and terrifying to look at. The investigative reporter, Bobs Peterson once said, " the eyes of Chuks Badur were so cold that when he stares at you, you would think that they were empty holes dragging your soul to hell. His stares would make even the hardest of men turn Lilly livered, as they announce his intention to murder you in a gruesome manner. Those are the eyes of a sadistic murderer."

Ivy told me. “How is your husband?” I suddenly asked Ivy. “Still useless in bed. Who fucks for one minute and sleeps? These men should learn to fuck. I happen to follow a certain website, The Passionate Lovers by a certain sex guru by the name Anthony Kerry, he really teaches a lot for free. Men should search that website and read to learn. But our African men have big egos no one believes he can be taught to fuck. They think possessing a penis is enough.” Ivy told me

Emma's hands were shaking with pure fear, and a few cold drops of sweat ran down her forehead. She put the heavy book down, completely unable to read any further. Millions of terrifying questions were racing through her mind. Why were these types of things written in this book? Was it real? Did that boy die? Worst of all... was it the Master who had done all of this? It did not look like a normal book. The letters were not printed by a machine; they were meticulously handwritten. Someone had actually sat down and written this. But who could that person be? How could anyone have written out such horrible, violent things?

Nate met Sebastian’s frigid gaze and a shiver ran down his spine. Anya turned to look at Sebastian, who felt her stare and looked back at her but this time his eyes were filled with gentleness and sincerity. Those blue-green eyes were so beautiful that Anya couldn’t help but feel herself being drawn in those bottomless eyes. But Nate’s next words were like someone threw cold water on her “Young Master I was just…. we all have seen how you cared about Miss Sia and Mr. Tony is her grandfather and if something happened to him then Miss Sia will be sad too which you won’t like.”

Hesitately I tap the receive button and my eyes widened in horror. "Y-You?...." ______________ I hope the story isn't getting boring (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠) I would love to see your support by your comments and following... please keep enjoying the book .

It silenced my surroundings—forcing me into a bubble of deafness—and then the same images burst through—flashing rapidly like blinking lights of an ambulance—the lights—the lights grew brighter and brighter, scalding my eyes—-. NO! It’s happening agai—-wait. What’s that? Right before my eyes was a giant wolf, its fur of the blackest of nights—-it was staring at me, watching, observing, through a glass pane; its blue eyes glowing with a burning desire… for me. It wants me. Those eyes… blue… someone else I know has blue eyes…. Rum. My skull cracked open. A scream of pain and horror exploded from my lips—-and then I heard him.