Carl Loses His Eye Novels & Stories

His hand stroked her pale fingers gently. “Ariel,” he whispered. “You said he’s the one… You remember, don’t you? Tell me, my love. I’ll fight for you. I’ll fight for our child. Just… open your eyes again.” But she slept, unmoving, her chest rising and falling with the steady rhythm of the machine. Carl leaned down, his forehead resting against her hand, his lips brushing her knuckles. His tears fell silently onto her skin. “I swear,” he whispered, his voice breaking, “whoever did this will never see the light of peace again. I’ll tear his world apart piece by piece until nothing remains.”

Therefore, Carl was now numb to this feeling. “Dad… How did this happen?” Tears began to overflow from Chris’s eyes. They had everything they needed to succeed. Why did they end up losing everything? “It’s all because of you. Why did you get into trouble with a person this powerful?” Carl hopelessly picked up a pillow and pressed it against Chris’ face. He could hear Chris crying in pain underneath the pillow. However, Carl would not remove the pillow as he continued to laugh and cry simultaneously. Finally, Chris stopped moving. Carl dragged himself to an old tree outside the villa. By then, he had already prepared a rope to hang himself. Carl made his way onto a chair before placing his ne

But something happened in his eyes. Something she’d never seen there before. Something that looked, for just one unguarded second— like— fear. He took the phone. Walked to the window. And the conversation that followed was conducted in low, clipped sentences that told her there was an entire world she had not yet been shown. The outside world had arrived. And it had not come quietly.

Five years ago, my father's company went bankrupt. Debt collectors threw me off the third floor to pressure my father into paying, but my eyes hit the stone below, and my right eyeball was forcibly removed. My father paid off the debt and used the last of our money to give me a prosthetic eye. I had never told anyone about this, so no one knew one of my eyes was fake. It was not until the day when I recalled how Snowie could hear my thoughts that I realized something was not right.

He gave in and thrusted into her with gentle yet desperate strokes. When he was about to reach his moment of euphoria, he for once, just for a microsecond closed his eyes, which was a grave mistake because the next moment he opened his eyes, he saw the fire on the candles flicker before they were blown off one by one, turning the room pitch black once again.

"Please, just open your eyes." Jung-Ho lightly pats Sook-Ja's cheek. The young girl, whose lifeless body is next to him, and he is kneeling. He is to blame for her current state. While returning from work, she was involved in an accident. He cries out, "Open your eyes," as his own eyes begin to blur. His skull is bruised, and tears are running down his face. He moves his fingers lightly to stroke the side of her cheek. When his hand accidentally bumps against a brand-new wound, he struggles to contain his sobs. It aches worse than anything I've ever experienced, which makes the suffering unbearable. The car is on fire and the flames are rising high into the sky.

Everything happened so quickly that Carl barely had time to register anything. When he gains some sight, he finds himself pinned to the ground by a vampire he does not recognize. But he seems much stronger than any vampire he had ever encountered in his life. Carl tries to push him off but fails. The vampire punches him in the face and Carl feels his nose break and hot blood pour out onto his face.

"And return everything to the way it was." Carl's laughter slowly died down. Then he looked me straight in the eye. "Why should I, Hau?”

"I've lost my sight, Jason. Did you know that?" Jason's hand shook, and his brows drew close. He knew he couldn't keep her vision loss a secret for long. He willed himself to calm down and set the plate and utensils aside. Then, gripping her shoulders, he said with conviction, "Don't be scared, Natalie. You might have lost your sight, but I'm still here for you. "I'll be your eyes from now on. We'll go back to the way we were. I'll take care of you and never upset you."

Suddenly, my mouth went dry as I locked eyes with the bluest eyes I’d ever seen. They couldn’t be real, right? Maybe they were just colored contacts. But it wasn’t just his eyes that caught me off guard—it was the tattoos covering both his arms. I even saw some peeking out from under his plain white t-shirt, which told me he probably had more ink on his chest too. My heart started pounding wildly as I slowly shifted my gaze back to his face. It felt like I’d been punched in the stomach when his eyes met mine. Carmelo wasn’t a kid—he was a full-on teenager.