Carl Loses His Eye Novels & Stories

"Carl, my sister was in a car accident last week. Her eyes were injured… The doctor said it might affect her vision. What should we do?" Carl's voice was as cold and merciless as a devil's whisper. "It's just a pair of eyes. I'll arrange a car accident for Reily and have her sent to the hospital. Then we'll find someone to remove her corneas for Lucy. Everything will be done quietly and cleanly." My body trembled harder. Afraid they'd notice me, I staggered back to my room. Fortunately, Carl had to go out tonight for work, leaving me home alone. Otherwise, I feared I might lose control and confront him in a blind fury.

The warmth of his touch burned through the cold shock freezing my limbs and I couldn't move. "Strange, isn't it?" His voice was low as he kissed the shell of my ear and I shut my eyes as tears burned. "How quickly things can change. One moment, you're laughing. The next..." He glanced at Carlo through his shades, now slumped and convulsing, his remaining eye wide with pain and terror. "You lose an eye. Life's cruel that way." One could hear amusement. And the other men around stiffened. Eyes widened and mouths opened.

I mumble avoiding his gaze. "You mean that old man made you fight several men at ago?" I don't answer but it's clear in my eyes. "Fuck baby, I won't let him do that again, okay?" he joins our foreheads and just stares into my eyes while I stare into his brown ones." am sorry" he adds sighing. "Let me apply ointment to it " he detaches our heads moving away. Carl opens the drawer on his right and takes out a tube before squeezing the cream on his palm " let me" he murmurs and I lift my arm to give him space. Thankfully, today I wore a sports bra and not the lingeries I normally wear.

Carl fell to the ground, clutching his stomach as blood gushed out of his mouth. "Your majesty, are you alright," Arnold yelled glancing at Arthur." Arthur let out a burst of laughter. "I won Carl, I won. I finally defeated you," Arthur said, taking slow steps towards Carl. Carl fixates his weak gaze on Arthur. 'I won't be dying alone,' he mumbled inwardly. And before Arthur and Arnold knew what was happening, Carl used all his strength to launch an attack, on Arthur, plunging his sword into his heart.

Let's see how Renee plans to compete with her now. Outside the room. Before his friend could speak, Carl, who was typically composed, showed a rare crack in his demeanor. "How can she regain her sight?" His friend was taken aback, never having seen Carl so unsettled. "Are you just now realizing the severity of this?" he asked, a hint of reproach in his tone. "I informed you earlier that her mental state was fragile. How did we get to this point?" Carl's voice dropped to a chilling whisper. "I asked you, how can she regain her sight?"

When I opened my eyes again, I was still in the restroom. No one had come to help me. I could only endure the pain radiating throughout my body. I forced myself to stand as I staggered back home. The moment I pushed open the door, I saw Carl using a pair of scissors to cut apart our family photo. He shredded the part with me into pieces. With vicious ferocity, he stabbed at my face in the picture. "Go die! Just die already! Only when you're dead can Ms. Short become my mommy!" he hissed.

I just stated that I’d been hit by a bus and managed to live. Carl remained unusually quiet. Sometimes, his gaze would drift my way, but the minute our eyes locked, he’d look away as if he’d seen something horrific. The color would drain from his face, and whenever I tried to talk to him, he would push me away. I didn’t understand why. I was the one attacked by Ethan and nearly killed; I saved Carl's life, yet it seemed like he wasn't accepting it.

Closing my eyes, I allowed memories of my past flash through my head. The feelings burning deep within me were too much to bear and I just could not hold it in any longer. A sharp pain from my eyes spread throughout my head and I knew I was about to get a migraine. A tear drop rolled down my face as I remembered my master and how he tried his best to protect me. "I can't believe I failed my mission. How did this happen? How?! How did I end up at the mercy of a man?" "He....th...that stu..pid man! He even had the guts to touch my hair. How da...re he!? How dare......" Unable to complete my statement, I dropped my face into my hands.

Elon shape shifted into his human form and also ran away with his packs. The cops car arrived after some minutes and saw the dead body. They also saw the footprints. They traced it but it was lost because it was dark. They had no idea what happened to him. There was no security camera around also. . . When it was morning, Carlos ran to the beach to meet his brother. He was a detective in the station. Carlos gave him his wrist watch. Bill took it and nodded at his brother. “Thanks” he said. “What happened?” He asked, staring at the scene.

When I pressed my hand, or more accurately the back of my hand, against the metal stand, I was leaving evidence to prove that it was Cyprus, not me. And it worked. But that's what you get when you try to play me. You lose. I'm not called Sundew, a type of carnivorous plant, for nothing. I'm deadly. And if I have to lose some blood and have a hole torn through my side to get you out, I'll do it. I'll rip out my throat to see you die. For your death, I trade my eye for a bullet. All to bring you down. I can do it.