Crazy Eyes Mr Deeds 소설 & 이야기

" what is your question? " " I don't know if it might sound crazy to you. But, do you have dreams about me Lucy and please don't lie to me. I'm at the brick of running mad, I don't understand all this dreams I have been having about you and me together. The first time I had ever seen you was in my dreams, I swear I'm not lying, that's the truth. Please answer my question? " What!?. I wasn't expecting that question. Does that mean, I'm not the only one having those dreams?

It was going to be a long day tomorrow. Driving above the speed limit, I was heading for my ranch house. A few feet away and I could make some figures, workers stood outside the huge door and it looked like there was a ruckus. I was just about to ask about the situation when a piercing scream filled the air. It stopped almost as soon as it came. My eyes scanned around and saw that no one bothered to check what was going on. Whispers were flying around instead of help. I groaned loudly before making my way to the entrance.

Curly golden hair and light emerald eyes, pale skin, and a body similar to Rai's both in muscles and height. "You saw what?" He asked shocked. "What's wrong with you? Why did you take that shit off?" Ha, those two are so funny. I had a smirk on when I talked back at him, "You two are so damn funny. Both of you want me dead, just like everybody else. Yes, I can see others dying with my eyes. No, I do not kill them. No, I can't do anything about it. No, it can't be changed. Yes, I don't mind if you all blame me for it. Is that what you want to hear?" They both were speechless while staring back at me. "Look, brothers, I don't mind you hating me and wanting me dead. Really, I don't. But you hav

"Okay, okay. Maia, make sure you scream nice and loud so I can enjoy the show too," Raul said. They said long-haul truckers were a crude bunch. I was seeing it firsthand now. I couldn't believe the things coming out of their mouths. My face was burning a deep crimson. For the rest of the day, I lay on the sleeper berth in the back while the two men chatted up front. Most of their conversation consisted of raunchy jokes and dirty talk. I tried to act uninterested, but they were so loud that every word reached my ears.

I matched her earlier tone, “we closed both deals. Cedric AND Alexander.” Her face went through an impressive range of emotions; disbelief, shock, confusion, and finally something close to respect. “Oh,” was all she managed. “Yes,” Lily added. “We made a deal with Cedric and Alexander. We were chanced to meet them and convince the two.” Ms. Grumpy eyes widened. “Oh,” she said again, at a loss for words. I nodded with a proud smile this time, basking in my own achievement. It felt good to see her this taken aback.

Grace asked. "I dare not."Larry replied. "Of course,you dare not. Else I'm just gonna beat you up."Garry smiled. "And you think I'm still that little boy?"Larry scoffed. "And don't you think it's time you get those eyes lens off from your eyes."he added. "Yeah. I really miss my brown eyes. Somehow,it gives me this...you know,it makes me stands out."Garry let's out a smile. "Keep deceiving yourself."Larry scoffed.

Ricky asked. “Huh um no they are blue; you should get your eyes checked,” Jade said shaking her head. She wasn’t sure why the boy was so interested in her eyes. “No, they are gray Jade.” He challenged. “There’s only ever been one person with your eye color. You should be happy that you’re different.” “Whatever, I have to go,” Jade said rolling her eyes. She was hoping her Aunt was already waiting for her. “Should we tell her about the legends?” Stephan whispered to Ricky.

Elvis Taylor is an old man with a gloomy face who has not been touched by happiness during his life. Since his wife and child died, Elvis has continued to make himself like a robot who has absolutely no thought for his own health. Now at the age of fifty-three, Elvis looked so pale, his cheekbones protruded horribly because of his thin body. Her eyeballs, once brilliant green, had faded to a cloudy green from looking at the computer too much. Elvis's pale skin looked wrinkled here and there because of the effects of the hard drugs he had been consuming.

“Just get out, let people know your real face is uglier than a lion who just woke up. Not to mention your eyes that look like devil's eyes, which are really red.” A floating pillow slapped Rein's face who could only stare blankly at the mound under the blanket which now showed a messy face with traces of tears that were very pathetic. “He's not wrong, the video is fake, just a fabrication. Stop crying. You're such a crybaby to be a girl.”

Bryce didn't know why he felt so excited, but his eyes were with a rare glow he barely showed carelessly. He would never forget the face of this boy or his mother, because he had occasionally laughed like an insane person and would pretend something funny happened when someone caught him. The truth was that, Mel's actions that day just popped out of nowhere, especially when he's in the restroom. Her words will replayed in his head and he will chuckle. And those cute eyes that once smiled at him before his mother turned him away, Bryce remembered them so clearly.