Do Mine Eyes Deceive Me Novels & Stories

"Oh please, don't be so melodramatic. Fiona is wearing a similar outfit. And besides the person who found me the day I cross the border saw me naked then I was chained and dress with nothing but a skimpy robe." "Well, that was in the past. Now, could you please put something on before I rip out the eyes out of any man who looks at you with lust?" "Oh please. Then you should do the honors and rip out your own eyes out. Seriously, you are the only one looking at me that way." "I am the only one that can look at you this way, love." He said while caressing my cheeks. "Because you are mine and I don’t share." "You are delusional. I told you I am not yours. And besides, you are not the boss of me

It makes me want to cry. A painting of me. The central figure—a solitary face—emerges from a backdrop of deep, brooding colors that seem to absorb all light. My eyes, brimming with raw, unspoken emotions, the intensity. The rich, dark hues of the canvas, ranging from shadowy blues to somber grays, so somber, melancholic atmosphere, amplifying the depth of sadness in the eyes, my eyes. So many details, I look tortured but at the same time there's something free about the painting and my eyes they look bright and happy. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

The black eyes I once loved were now making me feel ashamed of myself. How can I be so dumb? How can I not look past this fake face? I close my eyes. I can't look in his eyes anymore. The pure evil. He himself is devil. He is king. He sigh and got up. Leaving me alone to my thoughts. My eyes again fall on my bloody hands. Slowly the images of jack flash in mind. I was grounded. My parents suddenly decided to bring a guy in my life. How awkward they behaved. How mumma used to cry in front of me.

he asks which compels me to look at his eyes. I lift up my gaze to him. I honestly find those things in his eyes but I don’t know if they are actually the real or even that honesty in his eyes nothing but the fake one cause his eyes always confuses me. His eyes always make me fool myself. “I…don’t believe them. I don’t believe your eyes,” I say as I try to move away from him but he instantly holds my hands and doesn’t leave them.

The desperate, hollow look in my eyes. "I..."

“Do you cry lava?* I asked without thinking. “What?” She giggled at me giving me s friendly punch. “You eyes are so beautiful!” I confessed the obvious.. “If I cry lava, you should cry ice or probably brimstone, I know those are not your real eyes Desiree!* I gasped at the fact that she was seeing my eal eyes. I rushed to the mirror in the room and looked in it. “Did I forget to put on my lenses?” She giggled again walking up to me. “No you still have them but don't tell me you don't know your eyes reflects quite much when you are under white light!” She pointed out.

POV: Caine Glass tells the truth if you look long enough. In the morning, the house is all clean angles and reflected sky. The storm has rinsed the city, left it bright enough to sting. I stand before the window until my own shape stops meaning anything and what’s behind me becomes more interesting: the room’s calculus, the line where order tips into emptiness, the way silence arranges itself around the things you want. She felt it yesterday—the current. I saw it in the set of her shoulders, the way she swallowed before she lied and said happy. People think truth lives in their words. It doesn’t. It lives in the small corrections their bodies try to make when the story doesn’t fit.

Ace I opened my eyes and looked at the blinding light. I closed my eyes trying to speak, my throat dry, like someone had forcefully shoved a sandpaper through. As the sound pierced my ears, I tried to speak, but my heart rate spiked and I couldn't. The next thing I saw were people towering over me.

“I forgive you, Decker. I don’t want to punish you. “I kissed his forehead as I knew if I didn’t forgive, he would not forgive himself. He hugged me immediately. We finished our dinner quietly, keeping peace in our hearts. I wanted to spend some time in that beautiful hut, so I walked inside. I kept my head on Decker’s lap, looking towards the hut. “I didn’t know about this hut, moonlight marching through the gaps; it’s beautiful,” I asked. He smiled as he played with my hair strands. “Your eyes have a hint of purple color in them, do you know?” I looked at him with a blushed face. “It’s because I am looking at them,” I answered. “Maybe, but for me, these eyes are my mirror; These liquid poo

“You came here to deceive us, Nina. You pretended to be my daughter in law to deceive everyone. You’re trying to convince everyone you fit into this place? She visibly reacted to my words yet her eyes showed no anger but only regret. My intentions never included escalating this situation this far. I believed I could deceive everyone around me even to the point of fooling myself. My extended presence here revealed my inability to deceive anyone despite my attempts. Not even you.”