Big Dumb Eyes Book Novels & Stories

The huge dog let out another sound, and when our eyes locked, I was trapped in some kind of magic. Almond-shaped eyes, silver and slanted, gleamed as they stared back at me like a furnace fire but in a dull color. With its height, the eyes were considerably big, too, but I have never seen eyes as expressive as this one. There was something in them I couldn't name, and I couldn't look away. Maybe I was enthralled or something, but I couldn't take my eyes off those silver orbs! And my heart pounded when the world seemed to be still. My vision zeroed in. I found myself trapped in those clear eyes!

I sigh and make my way toward them. The boy on the receiving end of Sapphire Eyes’s punches smirks at me. “Looks as if your pretend daddy has sent someone to come get you, Phantom. You’d better run along before I punch your pretty face again.” He snickers. Sapphire Eyes growls at him, raises his fist, and swings it toward the blond boy's face. I rush toward them with lightning speed and grab his fist before it reaches its target. “Stop it! Both of you!” Sapphire Eyes scowls at me, and blond boy looks at me in disbelief. I drop his fist. “What is wrong with the two of you?” I shout. “What are you, competing for the title of America’s Biggest Neanderthal?”

⚡ A giant golden eye suddenly opened above the city. Bigger than mountains. Bigger than the sky itself. Watching. Waiting. Searching. 💀 And the moment it saw Ilyaan— The eye smiled. 😱😱😱

And for the first time— a giant glowing eye opened inside the darkness. Watching them. Smiling. Waiting. To Be Continued...

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.

Eliza nods and fights back the tears, “She was.” She pockets the picture again, “But this Voodoo-Witch might know her, and if he does then I know he’s the one.” Molly nods, and then the door opens again. She turns to see Abimelech and a tall thin black man. He has a long face, a well-trimmed bushy beard, wide full lips and a long Nubian nose. His eyes are dark-brown and almost black and the glow that Witch’s eyes have looks odd with his eyes as dark as they are.

"Having money is great, unlike us workers, who have kids to raise. Family members nag us every day, we have no freedom to go anywhere. But recently someone noticed my eyes and wants to pay to use them." Speaking of which, Water Dragon was just about to approach Amelia, asking her, "Do my eyes look like dragon eyes to you?" Amelia beat him to it and said, "Uncle's eyes are so small, yet someone still paid for them, lucky." Water Dragon: ... Who has small eyes? This little girl doesn't talk sense at all. His learning was limited, and now he's getting a bit impatient. The middle-aged man stood in the mist with a briefcase, his face darkening. The fingernail on one side started turning black, an

Curly golden hair and light emerald eyes, pale skin, and a body similar to Rai's both in muscles and height. "You saw what?" He asked shocked. "What's wrong with you? Why did you take that shit off?" Ha, those two are so funny. I had a smirk on when I talked back at him, "You two are so damn funny. Both of you want me dead, just like everybody else. Yes, I can see others dying with my eyes. No, I do not kill them. No, I can't do anything about it. No, it can't be changed. Yes, I don't mind if you all blame me for it. Is that what you want to hear?" They both were speechless while staring back at me. "Look, brothers, I don't mind you hating me and wanting me dead. Really, I don't. But you hav

Joy was painted on her glowing amber eyes. "Good day to see you, lovelies! Come in, come in!" She greeted them in high spirits. They responded through small smiles. At that time, their eyes glistening with tears never bothered her. She was unfailingly fixated on the duffel bags they carried which contained weekly supplies and a dozen presents. "Whoa! I love it! Aweee-some!" She squealed upon unwrapping the gift wrap and discovering the Barbie doll inside. Later on, she would exclaim, "YUM-YUM!"

It looked like a family portrait. “Give me my sketchbook back,” Zavion glanced down from the book only to see the little girl glaring up at him. Her tiny palms were spread out to collect her book. She looked angry at him. Zavion wondered what he had done to incur this little angel’s wrath. He gave the sketchbook to her. She snatched it from him. Her doe blue eyes continued to fix him with her cute glare. He wondered if she had inherited her eyes from her dad. Eva had golden eyes. After taking her book, the girl turned around, and ran off to her room on her little legs.