Carl Loses His Eye Novels & Stories

Lucas: "...." He looked around and saw the crowd's strange gazes directed at them. Carl's shouting attracted other people's attention. Lucas covered Carl's mouth and dragged him away behind the deserted broken fountain. Carl then continued cursing Lucas for being blind in love. He pointed out how his smart friend become foolish. He blamed him for sacrificing a part of his soul that result in an unimaginable and unrecovery loss. Carl vented his anger and frustration for quite some time. When he was done, Lucas tapped his shoulder.

“I already got the bandages, like you told me.” I sat back on my heels and I watched as Carl silently broke. His tears fell down his face, and trailed into his beard. But Carly never saw a thing. I was trying to be hopeful. He could heal from this. I pulled my magic to me and I reached out a hand, but Carl caught it. I met his eyes, and he slowly shook his head.

Only a priest's prayers could ensure that Daeleen received my eyes. Onlookers expressed envy, and some were even moved to tears by Samuel's devotion to Daeleen. What they did not know was that the romantic Capo they were admiring had plucked out his own wife's eyes, and that the owner of the eyeballs on display were now lying on a bed, staring into nothing but darkness. There was no painkiller being administered. All the moans from the pain left me panting for air, with only the ventilator to keep me from suffocating.

He desire to be a Watcher or something-like-instructing everybody the way to their happiness, something like giving everyone instructions so that they will be safe 'till the end. I did thought it is boring, not knowing it is a challenge for him. “I'm...sorry...” I shut my eyes and let the tears rolled out. I realized how important to Carl to be able to persuade me. He even try the trick and tell me to wait the man to wake up and ask him directly.

“Mama and Papa have died! I only have you now, please don’t do anything! I can’t lose you too! Please!” He began to cry, pinning me down. “Everyone is dead!” He began to sob loudly, lowering his head as I gradually soothe down and before I knew it. I passed out from exhaustion from my own self, before I could grasp my own reality, myself- it was too late. Before losing consciousness, a bloody tear rolled down my cheek, showing I have been cursed, the most excruciating tear I have shed in my entire life. I gradually woke up in a cave by the sound of a baby echoing there followed by Carl’s hush, trying to soothe the baby down.

He looked at me with tears in his eyes. Carl: Evy… you don't deserve this. Alexander is making a terrible mistake. He doesn't see that Caroline is lying to him. I tried to tell him, but he brushed me off! He also told me that if I didn't like the situation, I could leave!

Assuming that Carl’s mind was just playing tricks on him, I told him there was nothing there. But he shook his head adamantly. “There is,” he said, the color draining from his face. All the children turned their heads to the window, as did the maids in the room. “I saw him. Right there.” Carl lifted his finger and pointed at the window. Squinting, I looked out the window. There was something about Carl’s tone that I found unsettling, even though I knew it was likely just his imagination running wild. Just then, though, a bolt of lightning flashed.

He forced Carl to meet his eyes, "What are you smiling about?!" Carl's gaze grew cold, and he spat a bloody spit at Cara's face. Cara subconsciously blinked, but he heard Carl say a sentence in his ear, "I smiled because you, nameless pawn, are not worthy of being worked up for!" The next moment, Cara heard the two men holding Carl cry out in agony, "Ah!" When Cara instinctively opened his eyes, a handgun unexpectedly pressed his forehead. The cool feeling of the barrel made Cara's eyes immediately widen.

The more she thought about her foiled plans, the angrier she became, resulting in her accidentally dropping the baby out of rage. "This is your fault! If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have gotten to this point in life! Die!" A loud thud sounded. Blood was splattered all over Marcus' pale face. As Sylvia cackled at the top of her lungs while walking out of the ward, a teardrop slid down Marcus' cheek from his closed eyes. Unfortunately, those eyes would never open ever again.