Eyeless Lulu Novels & Stories

Dennis ask everyone to start, I take the dead rat close, and I tore his tummy open, I brought out the intestines; I look at Lulu; I wanted her to help me with the other things needed, but with the pale face she had on; her face was almost turning blue. I held myself, and I choose to do everything alone; "You can leave the class if you want; you don't look well." I said to her; Lulu nods her head, she agreed with me; she carry out her hand, Mr. Dennis turn; he walk to our table, and as he examined everything, he turn equally to see Lulu's turning so much paler; he had no choice but to allow her to leave the class; Lulu look happier as she fled from the class with her bags.

From the pens and all that’s in the least. Lulu gave some to me but most of it, Elijah just ordered some of his men to buy me some of these things. Oh another thing, Lulu had something to say about this. She told me she’s happy for me but she sees it differently. She thinks Elijah is not evil after all. ”Who are you again?”

I saw a guy standing in front of the glass. “Hi! Names Maverick” He was decent looking but not much of my type. Do I even have a type? This place is fucking with my head. “Nina” I said “The girl with the green eyes” He said chuckling “Green eyes?” “Rumor was that when you killed the two rouges your eyes were shinning very brightly a deep green and….” He stopped saying whatever else he was going to say. I wasn’t sure how to respond. I didn’t realize my eyes were glowing. Is that part of the necklace and ring? I didn’t have time to analyze it because Wyatt walked into the room.

After my eyes were plucked out, I lay on the operating table with two empty sockets on my face, resembling that of a broken doll. Samuel Sterling felt no guilt. He picked up my eyes to examine them and praised them, saying, "Daeleen was right. These really are a beautiful pair of eyes! I promised you, Daeleen. I will make all your wishes come true." As the anesthesia's effect slowly wore off, I could not help but cry out in pain. Samuel finally turned his attention to me as if blaming me for interrupting his memories of Daeleen.

The crowd was dense, but I pushed through and made a beeline for the stairs. I drew nearer and the individual glanced up and met my gaze briefly before averting his eyes. I kept back a bit, waiting for them to take the first step. Another buzz. I did not even need to check my phone to know who it was. "Close enough?" I smiled and shoved my hands into my jacket pockets and leaned in somewhat and spoke a bit softer. “You the one texting me?” 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.

The only other thing that felt as ridiculous as that to me was when Jordan told me, "Josie needs a pair of eyes. Why won't you help her, Hazel?" "Why do you need my corneas for this? What makes her deserve this?" His expression turned ugly when he saw that I was mad. "She doesn't have friends or family, and she's lost her vision at such a young age. What do you expect her to do?" His tone had softened. "You're not the same as her, Hazel. You have me—I'll be your eyes. I'll hire someone to care for you and never leave you." It was mocking to me how serious he looked. "So, her vision matters, but mine doesn't?"

‘You are the one who asked me to predict your shit this afternoon, now you are doubting me when I say stuff’, I said. He pulled on my dad’s shirt over his torso and I was a little disappointed, in that moment Rivers jumped out of my lap and strolled over to where he was sited. ‘Look, I’m … sorry, okay?’, he said whispered like he didn’t want to hear himself apologise. Rivers jumped on his lap and the white of Beck’s shorts contrasted with the blackish gray of Rivers’ fur. ‘She likes you’, I said to Beck. ‘What’s up with its eyes?’

The kind that says I see you and I am glad and this is everything and I will not make it weird. When she pulls back her eyes are doing something. "Do not," I say. "I am not doing anything," she says. "Your eyes are doing something," I say. "They are fine," she says, blinking rapidly. "Completely fine. Dust." "Hackney dust." "Notorious for it," she says.

I turned off the shower but I still couldn't get his scent off me. Wrapping myself in a robe, I went to my closet to pick an outfit for my interview tomorrow. I didn't want to be late. I needed this job. I ended up chosing a deep blue straight gown and a pair of red heels. I laid in bed and wrapped myself in blankets trying to sleep but I couldn't. Everytime I closed my eyes I was met the same set gold eyes. Haunting me and pulling me away from sleep. By the time it was 6am in the morning, I had gotten little to no sleep and my eyes were dull.