Eyeless Lulu Novels & Stories

While he remained motionless and basked in the pool of pleasure, Marie extended the claws on her fingernails. Rapidly, she shoved her sharp index finger in his left eye, which produced a painful groan from his lips. He attempted to rush out, but Marie held him in place. “What the fuck is wrong with you, lady? Fuck! Fucking stop it!” he whimpered loudly, then again she didn't care. Done extracting his bloody eyeball, a smile formed on her lips. She parted her lips then threw it into her mouth. “Oh fuck! How delightful” Marie shivered as she savored the deliciousness of it. Again, she shoved her finger into his right eye, only for him to scream raucously.

No matter how smart she is able to catch the teachings I give, the girl still has weaknesses that are far below me. "Dreaming mistress?" asked Lana suddenly. I am surprised. I looked at his figure who was standing half bent in front of me. "I'm tired, Lana," I replied. "Want me to get you a drink?" "Hmm, yeah. I think warm lemon tea can help me think clearly.” Lana turned around and walked quickly to the pantry. "Do you want a lot of sugar or medium?!" shouted Lana. "Don't have too much sugar. I don't want to have diabetes and die before Kevin. Don't forget, make one more glass for you. We drink together on the balcony while your master is sleeping!” I finally replied.

His tears fell, too, conveying the depth of his pain he has yet the capacity to comprehend. WHOOSH! Gusts of winds sent their photo memento adrift the air current while waves swallowed the rusty scissors unbeknownst to them because of the unprecedented arrival of two mystical beings from rivalling sides. They realized later they sucked in a sharp breath in unison. The moon illuminated Iridescent against shallow waters, she was divine encapsulated through her enchanting silver eyes. Whereas Gallus who appeared ruthless in grim black suits, flicked his fingers on Eli's forehead wasting no time.

Her green eyes roamed over Lydia as she exclaimed, “Oh my God!” Lydia stifled a laugh; she knew her mom would soon comment on her beauty and how she would sweep every male off their feet that evening. It was clear that Lydia resembled her mother, both standing tall and slender, with curves that could captivate anyone. Lydia had inherited Luna Alice's striking green eyes, long tan limbs, pointed nose, and beautifully shaped lips.

His eyes were meek cajoling her that she could speak to him . “ Nothing Dad. I'll take my leave now.” Isabella replies hastily then left where she stood descending the glass tile stairs. Isabella reached out for her M&M black designer bag on the sofa she sat on . Her eyes met Luther's . She broke off the contact by wearing her dark shades and proceeds to walk out. “ Are you leaving ? ” Luther asks her while she blinks her eyes in unbelief wondering if he threw such questions at her . She swallows hard as red contour filled her face ,her eye balls was not left out either .

Lucy and I used this factor to our advantage to escalate the magnitude of Marcus' relationship with Sylvia. Soon, a video clip became viral on the Internet. It recorded the day when I walked into Marcus and Sylvia being lovey-dovey in the ward. In fact, the video captured Marcus' coldness toward me, Sylvia's smug smile as the mistress, and my fragile visage very clearly.

Lucas’s face was pained, weary. But something was wrong. Terribly wrong. Elena’s clothes were torn and dirty, as if she had been through a fight, but all her bruises were gone. It was her eyes that were truly unsettling. They were completely white, devoid of pupils, swirling with a faint, ethereal light. She stood in the center of them, calm and still, seemingly untouched by the chaos around her. She was in the magic zone.

(Author's POV) Lilith sat on the cold floor with her back resting against the iron bars of her cell. She had cried until no more tears seemed willing to come. Her swollen eyes stared blankly at the opposite wall, yet she wasn't truly seeing it. All she saw... Was Oliver. His smile. His gentle eyes. The way he always called her name as though it was the most beautiful word he'd ever spoken. A sad sob escaped her lips. Her trembling fingers slowly found their way to her stomach.

I’ll wait. She stared at the message for a long time. Then she turned her phone off and tried to sleep. Sleep didn’t come easy. When it did, she dreamed of eyes, Ethan’s warm brown ones smiling at her across an airport terminal, and another pair, darker, watching from the shadows. In the dream she walked toward Ethan but kept glancing back, pulled by something she couldn’t name.