Crazy Eyes Mr Deeds Novels & Stories

I continued, smiling like a mentally insane person. Still no words from him. All he did was just stare shocked at me. Ohh, the pretty baby thinks he's the only one who can say bad words and looks scary. I'm not called a little monster for nothing. “And then,” I added, “I’ll tell the media you left me. I’ll forge a perfect goodbye letter in your handwriting, and you know the honest part, everyone will believe it.” He blinked. “You’re crazy.” “No,” I smiled. “I’m not crazy. It's a promise. And when I promise, I make it happen. So be smart and stay far away from me.”

"What's with the brown eyed man? Would you accept my invitation to go on a date if I used another colored eye lens? I really want to ask you on a date." Edna yanked the man's hand away from her face and looked into the man's eyes sharply with her fake smile face. “Sure you can ask me out, but I don't like anything fake. I prefer something... hmm... original. So you can pry out your brown eyes first and change them to another color before you ask me out on a date. See you handsome."

His kind of crazy is the kind that should be medicated. One other time, a con artist tried to sell me magic beans. Honestly, I didn't know what I would do with those. Become Viola the Giant Slayer? Not that I believed him though. Three pick-pockets, one mugger, five homeless people, two money-doublers and four drunks later, it seems as if I have seen it all. Until tonight, that is.

“If you ask them about it, you will have to tell them about seeing me. If you do that, I swear they will pack everything up and move. Meaning you will not see me for a while.” As he finished speaking, I noticed his eyes had gone bright red and you didn't hear the owls anymore. “I’ve always trusted you more than my parents so why would I ask them, since you have already said they have been lying to me.” When I looked away from Marcus, I noticed there were about 7 pairs of vibrant colored eyes surrounding us. Slowly another set appeared but were purple with gold specks.

“Sit.” I sank back onto the leather chair and watched his face. Skin sallow, pulled taut on high cheekbones, and hands, once firm and steady, shaking ever so slightly as he folded the papers. Not a word of cancer, not until it was too late. So like him-always to play things close to the chest, even when his life was in the balance. “I won’t waste time,” he started off, reclining in his chair. “You’ve done well with Wells Enterprise. You’ve managed to prove yourself capable enough to run the company.”

I got out of the car and grabbed a baseball bat from the trunk before walking toward Killian. Killian glanced up and froze when he saw the murderous look in my eyes. Clearly surprised by my unexpected appearance, his expression became complex. He hugged the box tightly and turned to get in his car, preparing to leave. I quickly stepped in front of his car. Then, with a loud crash, I shattered the windshield. "Come out. Give me the box." Killian glared at me, then gently placed the box aside before opening the door and getting out of the car. "Mr. Scott." He sneered. "What do you want with it? Do you want to keep it, or do you want to destroy it?"

Joffrey and Mateo didn't even hesitate. They hit the ground, rolling in the mud like desperate strays, their faces a mess—way more pathetic than I ever was. Even Nancy couldn't take it; she covered her face and bolted. Ruth got a kick out of it. In the end, they got my ashes. Too bad for them—I was never dead. The whole thing? Just an act. Ruth and the private hospital helped stage it, and while those two clowns spent days groveling outside, I was inside, sipping tea with Ruth and enjoying the show.

I squinted, willing my eyes to adjust. The flashlight veered to the right and landed on a face. I nearly pulled the trigger before I realized it was Derek. Blood trailed down over his lips from his nose. A large knot was growing on his forehead. Someone held a gun to Derek's temple. Two more flashlights lay on the floor illuminating the room just enough for me to see. After my eyes fully adjusted to the situation, I realized a man with crazy eyes was holding Derek in a headlock. Crazy Eyes was all muscle and had a handgun strapped to his hip. It was as if Crazy Eyes made a career out of bodybuilding and was thoroughly enjoying the thrill of using his muscles rather than his gun.

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.

be formed by killing just one or two people, but a dozen above. Ralph gulped, he had barely escaped death. If it wasn't for her brother, she would have easily killed him. Though he would rather not treat the kid at all, if he wasn't going to be paid, but with that threat, he had no option. ‘Just enough, so he doesn't die, but not enough to recover.’ Sure, he could do that. It was his specialty. “Boss, are you alright?” one of his bodyguards asked, but Ralph stood and slapped him on the face. “You fucking bastards can't even do your job properly. All of you are fired get out of my sight.” * Katie brushed Peter's hair as he laid on the clinic bed, still unconscious. “Don't worry peter, I'll b