Crying Eye Drawing Novels & Stories

I've traveled to Southgate to attend a water-splashing festival. A cheeky kid, who's about eight years old, keeps spraying the back of my head and my ears with water ejected from her high-pressure water gun. Half of my body is soon drenched in water. That's when I berate the kid and tell her not to aim her gun at my face. She doesn't bother stopping. On the contrary, she even has the gall to spray more water right in my face. I feel the cold water spritzing into my left eye. The pain is so intense that I can't even open my eyes. To make things worse, that kid is even howling with laughter while raising her gun proudly. "Look, Dad! He's all soggy and wet, like a limp noodle! This is fun!" The kid's father merely watches from the side. Not only does he not offer an apology to me, but he also records the whole thing on his phone. "Hey, my daughter is washing your eyes for you for free! This is an honor that no one else can ever receive, you know! Why are you acting like a complete wuss?" I swipe the liquid off my face before drawing to my feet and yelling at the crowd around me. "There's strong acid contained inside that kid's water gun! Just now, she burned my eye with it!"

BOOKS 1 & 2 Hazel Valentine is an eighteen-year-old who was raised by her wealthy aunt and uncle because both of her parents are deceased. At nine, she begins drawing portraits of a young man, whom she thinks is just a figment of her imagination, but as soon as she turns eighteen she is not only drawing his portraits, but she begins having realistic dreams about him. Nobody knows about this dream guy but her best friend, Gabrielle. When Gabrielle's older brother, Gerard, comes for a visit with his girlfriend, Chastity, Gabrielle's curiosity gets the best of her when she fixates on a man who was in a photo of her brother and his new girlfriend. Realization hits and Gabrielle shows Hazel the photo. She immediately recognizes the man as the one she had been drawing for years.  Together the two girls set off to Canada in search of the mystery man and stumble on the adventure of their lives. What will happen when Hazel finds him, her dream guy, and learns he's an actual Alpha werewolf? What will happen when he tells her he too, had been dreaming of her? Follow Hazel on a quest to unfold the secrets of her family's past and watch her become the Alpha's destiny.

Lydia and Cornelius have never seen eye to eye but what happens when a case of fake dating brings them together?

As Jimmy investigates an abandoned car, he finds a journal that sheds light on a mystery from twenty years before. As he explores his memories he discovers the truth behind the city and the supernaturals who run it. ~~~ Inside of each of us is the darkness wanting out. But what if that darkness is the ending and the beginning of us all? The full moon hung like a ghost in the night sky as Yada overlooked the lights of the city below from her tenth-floor apartment. She studied the diamond twilight for over an hour before turning away--No longer able to stomach the sight. It had been nearly a month since she had been home, having stayed in the coven’s inner chambers since the city fell under siege to a rival house a little over three weeks ago. Over the years, the city had seen many battles for control of the streets. To date, the two bloodiest battles took place within the last fifteen years. The Badens orchestrated both attacks. Led by Darius, the Badens seemed hell-bent on ruling the city with little regard for the Michelsons. The Michelsons governed the streets for nearly two hundred years and were a formidable force. Led by Gabriel, the Michelsons protected the city, and it survived unscathed. The streets were free from the blood deals, which went unnoticed by the public eye, normally. However, this last battle proved more difficult to keep quiet. It had been an all-out war for control, drawing innocent people into the blood feud as the Badens raided the streets for warriors to fortify their numbers. The Michelsons retaliated through unusual ventures to keep the war silent.

Ryat Briggs, a sex-addict CEO of Catalyst Investments, the top-ranked investment company in USA. Tiffany Roberts, a scholarship student at Stanford university, studying Law. The worlds of these two collided after Tiffany's boyfriend—Zach, broke up with her at the college's Halloween party. With a bottle of alcohol in hand, Tiffany cried on Dumbarton bridge where the horny CEO Ryat accidentally met her at. The gravitational pull was undeniable. Crying in his arms stirred dirty, dark desires in Ryat's crotch. Tiffany didn't hesitate—the unspoken circumstances were beyond her control. In a heartbeat, she fell on the devil's bed, moaning and crying for more. ...

They were coming from a party that midnight when they heard the crying of a baby. "Honey, can you hear that. " What is it my love?. The husband ask as the wife halt the car and came down without hesitation following the crying of the baby. "Come on honey?. Where are you going. Her husband ask getting scared of her for entering a forest at that midnight. The crying of the baby suddenly stopped as she founded a blue glow light shinning around her She walked towards where the light was coming from and founded the baby smiling. Awwwn, "how cute is she. "Honey please let take the baby and adopt her. "I really want her as our child. She pleaded as he agreed with her. He didn't want to make her feel bad if he oppose to it. Just as she was about carrying the child.they suddenly stood frozen as a blue light shown already, revealing a woman on a fairy tail as She smiled at the child and tears stream out of her eyes. "I'm sorry for what I'm about to do? " and later in the future I hope you can forgive us. With then she blow a blue light on her face as she " whispered. "FIND ME IN YOUR MEMORIES

Sumico Kammal Lowie – a young, beautiful, and talented girl in linguistics. When she was born, there was a psychic saying that she’ll lead her happy, joyful and exultant life when she’s grown up later on. In the age of twenty three years old, she’s worked as a CEO’s secretary in one of the biggest companies producing and selling stationery sets. The CEO is her boyfriend as well as her future husband. However, when the day of their marriage is drawing and drawing to a close, Sumico finds out that her future husband is cheating on her with her elder sister. In the middle of her quandary whether to put her relationship to a complete end or not, Sumico bumps into Virando Augustin Kuandy – the CEO of The Persephone Hotel; actually he isn’t an ordinary human, who’s searching for three drops of blood from a virgin woman who loves him and whom he loves in the humans-realm.

Two years after the death of my husband, John Foster, I get a video call from him—except it's him from five years in the future. "John! You're still alive! Tell me where you are. I'm coming now to bring you home!" Crying tears of joy, I scramble to pick up the car keys I dropped, only to hear him say, "Actually, I faked my death to be with your friend…" As my mind goes blank, he continues to tell me everything as if none of it is a big deal. "I attended my funeral. The whole time you were crying beside my casket, I was in the back room with Adaline, getting it on with her. You thought her eyes were red because she was crying in grief. "Oh, my mother and our son know that I faked my death, too. Every year, they've found all kinds of excuses to come spend time with us instead…" My blood turns cold. My hand shakes as I clutch the phone. Meanwhile, John exhales, looking like he has taken a load off his chest. "I've already told you the truth about everything now, Cecilia, so it's up to you whether you want to continue living like a widow."

Leila, a young Austrian aristocrat and student in Classics, is drawn into a world of conspiracy and danger when her aunt is involved in a suspicious car accident. Leila travels to her aunt’s chalet to take care of her husky, but soon discovers a body in the drawing room. Terrified, she runs out and bumps into Dick, a nosy English banker who becomes entangled in the mystery. When they return to the drawing room, the body has disappeared. Leila takes the husky for a walk and discovers that the body has been moved to a house recently purchased by another branch of her family. She finds a notebook with encrypted entries in the drawing room and uses her linguistic skills to decode them. She discovers the initials, address, and phone number of someone involved in the plot. Leila calls the number and is warned against getting involved. Undeterred, she discovers a bizarre research center where a conference on German mystical past is taking place.She suspects that there is a bizarre cult operating underground. Leila learns about their plan to topple every democracy in Europe. The cult is after an artifact that may be hidden in her aunt’s chalet. However, this is only the tip of the iceberg. Leila discovers that the aristocratic cult members are pawns in a larger game. They are unknowingly being manipulated to cause disruption in the European banking system using an AI virus.The chaos will cause turmoil in the Euro zone. As Leila and her aunt race against time to stop the virus from being unleashed, they uncover an even more shocking truth: Leila’s own family members are part of the conspiracy. With betrayal and danger at every turn, Leila must use all of her wit to outsmart the cult.

My name is Addison Calder. During my first heat as an adult werewolf, Morgan Flint suddenly announces that he wants to end things. I can't stop crying—not from a broken heart but because the torment of my mating cycle is consuming me from within. Gripping his sleeve tightly, I lean closer, attempting to kiss away the tension. Impatient, Morgan shoves me toward his older brother, Tucker Flint. "Hey, Tucker. Addie's drunk and losing it. Can you help calm her down?" As Tucker steps forward, Morgan leans in and whispers, "Keep an eye on her. Don't let any other men get close. I'm only breaking up with her for now. Once I'm done fooling around, I'll get back together with her." Tucker nods and gently lifts me into the car. "It hurts, doesn't it?" he says softly. Overwhelmed by the pain, I clutch his tie with tears streaming down my face. "Please… Help me," I plead. Tucker's pupils contract, his voice low and hoarse. "And how exactly do you want me to help you?" In a flash, I lean in and press my lips to his. "Kiss me… or let me kiss you." Our passionate kiss melts away much of the tension gnawing at me. Noticing Tucker's reddened ears, I grab his tie once more. "Will you take me home?"