Dost My Eyes Deceive Me Novels & Stories

Or am I dreaming? I just cannot believe my eyes. * * * * * (To be continued in the book named "Price Of Pryce")

He didn't say anything at first; he just sort of leaned in and displayed those incredible eyes, and I definitely saw the dark iris in his eye. Yes, this guy, but not any ordinary guy. There was something strange, like extremely strange, in the way he was staring at me. He simply nodded and remained silent, giving a little smile as if he completely understood. I tilted my head and eyed him. “What’s your deal?” The man shrugged and eyed me up and down as if checking me out as well. "Just passing through," he said, kinda difficult to hear him over the music. “Saw you. Thought you might be fun.”

"If you don't want me to say it, then don't proceed with the donation." "Alright," I answered. Jordan's expression soured. "Hazel, what the hell do you mean?" I smiled weakly. "I still want to behold the world with my eyes. Can't I do that?" Pursing his lips, Jordan stared at me with a gaze as deep as the abyss. "Say that again." "I don't want to give her my eyes." Without a moment of hesitation, Jordan slapped me harshly.

She hissed when her head hit the wall with force accidentally. “And even at that time, you were successful in deceiving me, and you did the same thing today.”, I growled at her. “Don’t you know everything is fair in love and war?”, She asked, sensually touching my lips with her thumb. “The war was called off at the moment when you gave a new life, and I won’t mind deceiving you again and again and again and again to listen to those three words from your mouth which you haven’t said to me directly, looking straight into my eyes.”, She said and licked her lips with the tips of the tongue, touching my chin which her thumb.

Dante was overjoyed and immediately logged into my social media account. My profile picture was something I had drawn myself, matching my username. It gave off a dignified, peaceful feeling. My account was as clean as I was personally, though I occasionally shared a few thoughts. What drew Dante's attention was a post I had made four months ago. The image was a pregnancy test with two red lines, with the caption: "A gift from heaven. This is the best birthday present I've ever received!" Dante's expression softened. He remembered that day had been my birthday. Faced with a table full of delicious food, I felt nauseous and wanted to vomit.

"Act like understanding me is something you're entitled to." His jaw tightened. "I'm not acting like anything." "You sent me a message designed to get inside my head and now you're standing here acting like that's honesty. It's not honesty. It's strategy." "Everything is strategy with you," he said, and the flatness in his voice had acquired an edge now, something genuine and sharp. "Someone does something that isn't purely calculated and you immediately find the angle in it because you can't imagine anyone doing anything that isn't about winning something."

she spat. He caressed his reddening cheek. "That stings! Pretty looks surely are deceiving but hey, once-in-a-millennium-beauty! You aren't the fairest on the land and definitely your beauty is not even that rare! Importantly, I saved you flawlessly." He ranted, pointing his index finger at her. She glared at him condescendingly while crossing her arms. "Is that so?" she mocked. "What have I done? You were right when you said this is a deal with the devil because you are the devil! I should’ve known the moment I saw your demon eyes." He rebuts.

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I blinked my eyes, staring at the led wall. "De... Derek... Wh... what is this?" my voice quivered, my lips trembling, tears brimming in my eyes as I looked at him. "This is not true, right? Th...that is photoshopped, right? You are not cheating on me, right?" I shook my head, pointing my trembling hand forward.

He repeated again with a nod and a small smile. Tears fell from my eyes, rolling down my cheeks at his words. He was kneeling below and still managed to make a fool out of me. Grown men like him do not have crushes, they fall in love and sweep you off your feet but he knows I am young and he's using the word crush to deceive me yet again and maybe convince me that it would grow? wow. "You would never shed your coat of deceit." I wiped the tears off my face, "Go knit some fuck yourselves sweaters for you and Imelda." And with that, I went off to my room leaving him with the fake broken look he wore at my words, it's all deceit!