Dost My Eyes Deceive Me Novels & Stories

Deirdre found his reaction insulting. The corner of her lips curled into a sneer as she enunciated her next words clearly. “The condition of my eyes is completely your fault! It was all you, Brendan! Now, you’re pretending to want to treat my eyes. Will I get back the one year that I lived without my sight? Your trick of rewarding me after punishing me doesn’t work on me anymore!”

It just vanished and was replaced by a genuine one from my true family. I followed him by my eyes and observed everything he's doing. He seems... Cold. His eyes weren't the same anymore. It wasn't the Blade that made me fall for his eyes the first time. I guess he just showed me who he really is. He showed me the Blade that j wasn't aware of and proved to me that his caring eyes were just fake. I should know it at first yet I'm soft enough to be fooled easily. What a shame. But now, he won't be able to do that to me again because it's my job to seduce and break him this time with a touch of my evilness and the last kiss he'll taste from my lips. I am goddarn excited yet nervous about everyth

I swirled the glass as I stared into space, thinking of my hand on her neck. How could I do that to her? I fisted the glass tighter as I felt angry at myself for being fooled like that. I should have known that the woman in the video was not her. The glass in my hand snapped. I fisted my hand tighter, letting the pieces of glass remaining draw blood from my palm.

Who would have thought that beneath that innocent, beautiful face lay a cunning, deceitful woman? When the ceremony ended and the priest told me to kiss my bride, my eyes slowly scanned her face, and I couldn’t help gazing at her red, luscious lips. As I crossed the small space between us, I found it hard to accept that her lips were as sweet and soft as I’d imagined them to be. The way her eyes widened in surprise when I kissed her told me she was good at pretending to be an inexperienced kisser. I felt the urge to lengthen and deepen the kiss but when I felt her respond, moaning softly, I realized I had to stop my delusions. I shouldn’t be feeling this way toward this bitch. She may look i

Dev’s mind lingered with his deeper thoughts, “Am I still dreaming? I would have drunk half the stock in this bar, still, I can't get rid of such a dream of those exotic eyes. The miracle is, I can able to see her face unlike the blurry image of her face in the last dream. Indeed, she possesses the face of a perfectly drawn flawless moon. No wonder for her to have such exotic eyes.”

"Meanwhile, in the mirror, I almost got tired of my appearance because it was so dirty. My eyes are not so dim as to not know the difference between ugly and beautiful." “Kris, do you think I'm not telling the truth here? Well, in my eyes… you are really beautiful.” He tightened his grip on my cold hands. "You think you're not beautiful, so that's what your eyes see. Avoid that, Kris.” “It's not-”

Then, after a long, long moment, she reached up and kissed him, firmly and fully on the lips. Doom closed his eyes, feeling her impossibly soft lips cushioning his own. When he opened them, a different woman looked back at him. She still had those same bright orange eyes, but the skin around them was rougher, leatherier, and the flaming orange hair was thinner and greyer. She seemed to have lost some of her buoyancy, and when she leaned back again, her body had a sag to it. Doom blinked, and as he did, the youthful, pert woman of perhaps twenty flashed back at him between glimpses. It was an illusion; a spell, no doubt intended to trick an onlooker into seeing something different to what was

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?

It has been minutes, but our eyes are still diving deep into each other with incertitude. I am still trying to convince myself that I am hallucinating. That is what I am thinking, which can never be. That my eyes are playing tricks on me. After what seems to be an eternity of pure stare, I take a long blink, hoping to peel my eyes and find this nightmare dream all gone. But this cologne This feeling. This cannot be. God, please let it be that I am delirious.

He said and my heart melted, he is really acting different right now, did he just beg me? I could see the sincerity in his eyes, but I wasn't about to let him off the hook that easily. "You trust me, yet you're asking me to deceive your mother and the public. What kind of trust is that?" I said watching lines form on his forehead, I could see just how I was frustrating him right now