Dost My Eyes Deceive Me Novels & Stories

“This heart, beats for me. So I guess it's high time that you stop deceiving yourself and accept the truth.” “Stop being delusional. I'm not listening to any words that you say. And that video, I'm not believing it either. I am no longer easy to fool. Like I said before, the Izabelle standing right beside you now, is different from the Izabelle of the past.” “Total bullshit. Keep saying that to console yourself. Izabelle, what if you find out later that the video is true and not made to fill you? What if you find out that you were all in the wrong ever since? What are you going to do then?”

In a low, dramatic hum, I continued the tune under my breath– “I'm not who you think I am. I will burn you up going down. I am not your friend… I may be your worst enemy.” That finally made her chuckle softly. A faint smile tugged at my lips, knowing she understood I didn’t mean it… it was just lyrics. But then… my smile slowly faded. My mind circled back to the mark. I had been deceived by it once before… and in the worst way. I couldn’t afford to make that mistake again.

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.

But he didn’t move; he even softened his eyes a little, the expression one of enjoyment rather than anger. “Are you pleased with what you see?” he teased. Then he drew back. “But they don’t belong to you.” He turned to look at me. In that moment, I felt as though I was the only person he could see. It was as if I were the only one for him. His blue eyes smouldered at me, and he almost – almost – smiled. It was those kinds of eyes that were the most dangerous, the most deceptive. It was those kinds of eyes that made me a fool.

(DECLAN’S POV) Hands caress my cheeks, soft and warm as honey in sunlight. I like his scent. The tenor of his voice. But most of all, I like the way he makes me feel: Seen. Adored. Worshipped. I'm his God king. And he's my— “A stor.” he whispers, “It's me. Open your eyes.” Somewhere inside my head, I know this is a dream. It's my desire taking reality. If I open my eyes, it'll shatter like my broken heart.

"Why did you deceive me?You were testing me,weren’t you?" She questioned with her eyes turning red. Dante saw her tears, and the hardest part of his heart turned soft fiercely. He wiped her tears with his warm fingertips and said with love, "I didn’t mean to deceive you.I’ve had that hideous mask on way before I met you.People often found this scar on my face terrible and I guess that got to me.And I just wanted to push everyone away by making myself looking even more horrible.I…I should’ve been honest with you"

Those eyes that were purely deceiving, those eyes were my doom. I tightened, refusing his help to stand me up. “What are you doing? This wasn’t the agreement, this wasn’t what you promised.” I whispered with my face to the ground, my breath shaky and my eyes watery. All I wanted was to go home. But it seemed he was intentionally trying to dig me into my grave. He had deceived me. My chest tightened painfully as I waited for his response, or at least for him to acknowledge the chaos he had just thrown me into.

I do not understand what he wants. “Am I still disgusting in your eye?” “What?” I am surprised by Cody is question. Why does he ask? “ Why should you be disgusting in my eye?” I am confused. Cody tires his eyes away I am naturally and says, “ You said I am disgusting.” “ When?” I said I remember that it was when we quarreled and when he said that I was disgusting. “ That is just an angry rush. That is not true. Do not take it seriously!” “ Really? So you do not think I am disgusting at all!” His eyes light up like a shiny diamond. “ Of course. You are an apple in my eye.” I do not know why I say so, but when I see his beautiful eyes, I feel dizzy and can not help but say romantic words.

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.

But it was only a flash, a passing sensation. She shook her head, refusing to give it weight. She dismissed it as a trick of the mind, accumulated fatigue, or maybe just a distorted reflection. Pressing her lips together, she carried on with her routine, trying to convince the part of her that trembled: it didn’t happen. •••