Carl Loses His Eye Novels & Stories

"Do something Alex!" Irish screamed when she saw Javad bringing out a small knife. Even before Alex could make a move,Carl was fast enough to jerk the knife from Javad's hand. He tossed it far away and Irish sighed in relief. But They were still fighting! Alex who was trying to regain his sight from the punch he got,staggered out of the car. He was determined to separate them this time even though his sight wasn't balanced, he didn't even know who gave him that punch between Carl and Javad, all he knew was that he went blind for minutes.

He simply asked, "Yocelyn, if I ever need your help one day—and I mean really need it, like an organ or something—would you be there for me?" Blinded by love, I nodded and said yes without a second thought. He looked into my eyes so intently, it was as if he was seeing someone else through them. Then he kissed me gently on the eye, whispering, "Your eyes are so beautiful." Looking back at it, I wonder… Did Samuel have his eye on my eyes from the very start? I was dead. The surgery was a success, but my body rejected it big time, and all my vitals hit rock bottom.

He knew what he got into and he was aware of the consequences as well, but it was just too late to opt of this business. Without looking back at the man again, he walked towards the car, of which the headlamps were turned on now, blinding the other man’s eyes. Bringing his arm in front of his eyes to shield them from the blinding lights, he noticed how the suited man got into the car without looking back and how the dark car rolled out of the small, congested, and dirty alleyway, leaving the man all alone. Sheila knocked on the door as she stood by Lise’s room. Sheila knew something was definitely was not right after she noticed how Andreas had destroyed his study. The encounter with Elijah

Emma Ninety-six hours and fifty minutes had passed. Emma was locked up in that same bedroom belonging to her captor. Her eyes were fixed on a certain spot on the white ceiling. They were dull, as if they belonged to a dead person. Dull and lifeless. They shed no more tears; they had dried up, and the traces of them were now parched on her cheeks.

Damon quizzes “Why not? It was my time to put my stamp on the world beyond my house and I wanted to be notice so for most of the time outside of home I had 2 different coloured eyes! And I thought it looked amazing!” I giggled “Your already have the most beautiful eyes” Damon said as he cupped my face to kiss me “I know it sounds dumb now but back then I thought it was cool, once my family died I couldn’t keep using them, the crying made them hurt my eyes!” My tone went to sadness and my eyes filled with tears

Before long, the stock of the Goldberg Corporation plummeted, leaving the company teetering on the edge of bankruptcy. The wheel of fortune, indeed, had turned. One day, Tristan intercepted me as I exited my art gallery. The last exhibit had been two months ago, and now, seeing him slouched and a shadow of his former self, it was hard to believe this was the same golden boy who once lit up every room he entered. One hand hovered over his damaged eye as he spoke, his voice raw and unsteady. "Emily, it's over between me and Faye," he murmured, practically pleading.

Blood flowed out of my kneecaps, and I knew that my skin had been cut open. However, Felix did not notice my pale face and said coldly, “You’re kneeling here for the night. It’s about time you’re taught a lesson.” My cornea was in his right eye, but he never looked me in my remaining left eye anymore. An unknown time passed, and my knees went numb. Even so, the pain from the shards stabbing into my flesh stood stark. In my daze, I saw the day I celebrated Mandy’s third birthday. I put on a crystal tiara on her head while Felix stared at me lovingly.

I heard it snap cleanly in two under his heel. "My eyes! You broke my eyes!" I completely fell apart. I lay sprawled on the floor, in a puddle of antiseptic and urine, fumbling blindly for the broken cane. Splinters stabbed into my fingertips, but I didn't care. I just desperately tried to piece the two halves back together. "I can't put it back together… I can't get home when it's dark…" I sobbed so hard that I could barely breathe. Snot and tears streaked down my filthy face.

I gripped the cane and fought the urge to scream, whispering Stellan's name instead. "Stel, I'm so scared." Back when I first lost my sight, I still had not gotten used to being blind. Every time I woke to nothing but darkness, I would cry until I could not breathe. Stellan always came running in and grabbed my hand. "I'm right here. Don't be scared, don't be scared." Now the only answer was the wind. The words were still raging. "Didn't he swear he'd hold her hand for the rest of her life? That she'd never need a cane? What a piece of sh*t!"

Apart from that, he was also a fighting expert making him much more stronger than Xiulin. These things were not hidden from Xiulin, and it was one of the reasons why she would happily kick and punch Carl with her full power. For her, Carl was like a punching bag. "There is no need for me to find any truth. I have seen it from my eyes." Carl specially used his hand to point towards his eyes, repeating again, "My eyes!" Not having anything to reply Xiulin kicked him a little harder before sticking out her tongue at him and leaving him alone.