Coins Over Eyes Novels & Stories

A metal wallet chain hung from his battered leather belt and disappeared into his pocket. The clothes didn’t really do it for me, other than the fact that they showed off his beautiful body to perfection. The rest of him really did it for me… especially his eyes. They were the single most arresting thing about him. Beautiful green, a few shades lighter than emeralds. I had never seen anybody with eyes that gorgeous. I wondered if he had contacts, then decided Probably not. The rest of him suggested ‘not much money,’ so I didn’t see him spending hundreds of dollars on something like colored contacts.

The mirror reflected her image, her eyes shimmering with a newfound confidence. She applied makeup with a skilled touch, enhancing her features while maintaining a natural glow. A pop of red lipstick added a touch of vibrancy, a bold statement that resonated with the courage she was summoning for the day ahead. Nora's reflection stared back at her, a blend of nerves and excitement dancing in her eyes. As she slipped into her bejewelled sandals, a soft smile graced her lips. Graycen's voice broke through her thoughts, a gentle reminder of the admiration she held for her mother. Nora turned to her daughter, her heart warmed by the innocent compliment.

My eyes widened and I finally noticed the people around tossing coins and clasping their hands together with hopeful expressions. “Does it really work?” I asked Alessio. “Have you ever tried it?” He shook his head. “No. The coins are actually donated to charity so there’s no need to believe in it.” My excitement drained away just like that. “Thanks for taking away the magic.” “What? You have a secret wish?” I nodded. “What is it?” “Not telling.” I stretched out my hands to him. “Give me a few coins please.” He searched his pockets then dropped about five gold-colored ones into my open palm.

He made it seem like I could easily rip Sylvia into pieces with just my sight. I only realized I had tears streaking down my face when I felt Marcus' hand on my cheek. "Don't cry, honey. I'm sorry. Please listen to me, okay? It's not what you think…" Marcus kept wiping my tears away in a fit of panic, but he could never stem my tears no matter how much he wiped. In the end, he just pulled me into his arms and began comforting me in soft tones. At the same time, he prevented me from looking at Sylvia.

“The great Domenico’s grandson.” She rolled her eyes. “You forgot to add delusional.” I wasn’t done. “You got almost poisoned to death but somehow had visions of Atlantis…same goes for that Enlightenment water back at the Monastery” I leaned back, studying her. “It doesn’t make sense. Unless you already know something you’re not telling me.” She looked at me strangely. ”What else is there to know…?” Then I saw it by accident. I brushed more sand away from the hull. Pressed deep into the wood and rusted metal, half-swallowed by time, was a coin. Not just any coin.

“Payment time.” He reached into a crystal bowl on the side console. I had never noticed coins there before. He dipped a hand in and came up with a fist full of them small, dull, cheap. Five-cent coins. Before I understood, the first handful hit. Hard. A scatter of metal against my face, my shoulder, my forehead. Sharp edges kissed skin. One coin clipped my brow. A tear opened. Warm liquid slipped down the side of my face and dotted my cheek. I wiped it with the back of my hand and looked down at the wet red line on my skin.

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

I pushed a coin towards him and without waiting to see the shock on his face, I downed the contents of the glass in one gulp. My eyes reddened as my throat burned. I coughed slightly, hot tears welling up in my eyes. The heat exuded my lungs. I squeezed my eyes shut and pushed the glass toward him again. He was still drooling over the rare silver coin I had given to him. That was enough to get him any horse of his choice, but he was going to use it to get me one instead. “Another.”

Thirty-five coins. I chose one and put the others away. The Draevyr on its face had lost some detail beneath years of fingers. The wings remained clear. Raised. Curving inward. The flame between them. House Caereth. Aodren’s House. General Aodren, I corrected myself. I set the coin beside the blue wool. Then looked at the wool. Then the coin. Then the wool again. The stamped Draevyr was ugly. Not truly ugly. Coins had other obligations, and being beautiful was apparently not one of them. I turned it beneath the lamp. The left wing was slightly flatter than the right where the metal had worn. I could fix that.

However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.