Do Mine Eyes Deceive Me Novels & Stories

“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

Something they say to deceive me, and I'm not that easy to fool. Looking between them both and take another step when their eyes look strange for just a brief moment and I'm certain what I thought I saw was wrong. It has to be my mind playing me a trick. "I can have Sofia here in a moment if it feels better to go with her!" He says and I shake my head at him. "No, I will make it by myself!" I say and wait for them to stop me when their eyes look strange, and I can't be mistaken twice, or can I?

DANE'S POV The question was sudden but necessary. I had heard them quite a number of times and wasn't sure which to believe. They'd all say it, and then go on to betray me, stabbing me ib the back like I was worth no more than the chicken in the wet markets. “Of course I do. Why do you doubt my love for you?” Her eyes were sullen, heavy. They were weak as well. “I no not doubt your love for me. Your eyes says it all, but the eyes can be deceiving at times, you know?”

He appreciates this about her the most. Sincerity. However, he can't be deceived by appearance. Looks can be deceiving. Her eyes can be captivating but eyes are the most dangerous criminal . It can make you weak to your knees or can make you the most dangerous one. He once deceived innocent eyes but not again. Every woman is the same. Their innocence is just a facade. He concluded.

"I thought you said you returned him." "I did" "Then whose baby is that?" He stood up and walked over to where the guard stood, and a beautiful baby girl stared at him with her big doe brown eyes and a big smile on her face, she shared similar features with the baby they had inside only that the one inside had grey eyes. "What is this supposed to..." the rest of his words trailed out as his eyes widened slowly in realization. "You evil genius!" he broke out into a wide grin and walked over to her, smoothly picking up the phone from the table before he got comfortable beside her and pressed a kiss on her cheek.

“I-I apologize.” “You seem… different,” Jayden commented and Clara shot her head up with an unspoken question. “I mean, that’s the happiest I have seen you. Your eyes, for a moment, looked like magic itself.” His words were probably meant for Ariah. But, at the same time, it felt like those were for Clara too. She wished she could have seen herself. Had her eyes lit up the way he described it? Clara tried to hide her flushness with her cloak’s hood, but Jayden didn’t seem to mind at all as his gaze traveled around the square. He then pulled out a gold watch from his robe’s inside pocket.

While he was saying that word, his eyes seemed lifeless to her. While no one let go of their gaze, she thought. "I don't know if he's telling the truth because it's hard to read him. The expressions he shows on his face are different. People like me are even more deceived when people who hide something use that. Sadness is hidden when a person smiles. He may be showing me good things now, but maybe behind the scenes, he is not. I will be in even more trouble if I base it on what he is showing me. "

she murmured, her green eyes searching mine. I forced a tight, weary smile. I needed to convince myself as much as her. “You’re right. I could use a distraction.” I took her hand—it was cool, light, nothing like the surprising warmth of Nalini's. “Let’s go. I’ll drive you home.” As we walked out, Julie’s hand resting neatly on my elbow, my gaze was involuntarily drawn to the fading light. My resolve hardened, a cold, sharp certainty replacing the confusion.

He looked young; maybe twenty-eight. "Now, who do we have here?" He gently tilted my jaw up with his long fingers. He removed his shades, exposing dark brown eyes that looked almost like a puppy's. He was hauntingly good-looking. "Please don’t hurt us," I whispered. "Quiet, Evans! You don’t know what’s going on! I told you to stay inside!" I could hear the bitterness in my father’s voice. I knew he still loved me enough to want to protect me; he was just broken by the past.

A humorless chuckle slipped his lips. "Love... it's such a foolish emotion. It blinds your senses and put your intelligence to shame. I was young, carefree, and reckless with no care for the consequences of my actions." His eyes glistened with a sheen of tears. "I never once thought my one mistake would come back to haunt me forever."