Eyeless Lulu Novels & Stories

"Yara! Can you see? Can you finally see?" My breath caught in my throat. She'd been quiet about it for three years, ever since that attack. I blinked rapidly, staring at the ceiling above me. The texture of the paint. The tiny crack running along the corner. Details I hadn't seen in three years. "I can see," I whispered, my voice breaking. "Oh my God, I can see." My hands trembled as I brought them to my face, touching my eyes as if to confirm they were real. The smooth skin of my eyelids. The dampness of tears already forming. Everything felt surreal, like I was living in someone else's body.

She had a tough time keeping her eyes open. Knowing they had drugged her. She fell to the ground. Lying there unable to move. Her arms were heavy. Trying to rub away the hair that fell in front of her eyes, she could not. Her arms didn’t allow her to move them. Trying to keep her eyes open. But her eyes closed, and she looked like a corpse. Just lying there lifeless. Her chest was still moving, showing she was still breathing. *** Roman’s Point of View

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 .

She looked prettier than ever and her lips which were painted red now matched the colour of her hair. The iris of her eyes turned bright blue and the illumination from within was visible and made her eyes look better but she couldn't let anyone see this. It was unusual and only CEO Luca knows about it. They had seen her normal eyes colour already and would be quick to notice the changes. Linda's eyes became normal the moment she heard footsteps behind her and turned to see Kimberly approaching with Lucia, and the two had no idea about what had just happened. Lucia was excited to see her face and looked from behind Linda to the mirror.

But Lulu didn't fight back. She slowly extended a trembling hand, her fingers closing around the thorny stems. She didn't hurl them at his chest. Instead, she lifted the roses to her nose, inhaling their fragrance with a delicate, fragile care. A shallow, heartbreaking smile broke across her lips as she locked her wide, swimming eyes entirely onto Silas’s face—as if the sprawling stadium, the whispering crowds, and the entire world had faded away, leaving only him in her view.

“Fifty-three names carved into the handle. Fifty-three who thought they were strong enough.” He pressed the tip of the blade against Luca’s chest right over his heart and Luca’s eyes went wide and he thrashed harder but Jonathan’s grip didn’t budge even a fraction. “Your name will be number fifty-four,” Jonathan said with a smile that showed too many teeth. “Just another corpse. Just another—” The warehouse door slammed open so hard it tore off one of its hinges. Everyone’s head turned. Lily was standing in the doorway and her eyes were doing something they’d never done before—her left eye was blazing violet bright enough to cast light and her right eye was molten gold,.

Tears welled up in my eyes. “I got to go.” He whispered quickly before hanging up. Looking down at the phone. It read, call ended. It felt like a piece of me hung up on me. I guess, technically it did. Setting her phone down, my eyes made contact with the ceiling lights. Nothing dried out my eyes faster than a bright ass light. “Lookie what I have!” Lilith came back in with a huge smile. “It hasn’t been tampered with and they watched me sign for it. Couldn’t have worked out better.”

Once she went inside to bathe, he lit a candle with a calming scent in the room, which helped induce sleep. Having settled the gifts, Lulu followed Carissa inside to assist her. She knew what her mistress was going through, having suffered a similar pain herself. Lulu grew up in Northwatch Estate and had also lost all her relatives in that brutal massacre. Her heart ached with the same sorrow. Over these past few days, it had been difficult for her to keep her emotions in check. Lily had been a constant companion, urging her to take some time for herself and rest. However, Lulu couldn't sit idle. Every time she was asked to take a break, her thoughts turned to the past, and the pain was unbe

Tonight, everyone's attention had to be on none other than Lulu not Rose. Lulu's team started to give her hair big waves at the tip. They gave her a sharp yet slight dark makeup. Even Lulu did not expect this. "Wow, I look like an actress out of a movie." "You have such a beautiful face and this suits you so well!" One member of the team was awed by her look. "Your clothes are here," Millet announced. It was a nude sleeveless crop top. "Right, I should wear more crop tops before I begin to show."

She doesn't stop it. A little after eleven, Lulu does something strange. She's in her playpen behind the counter, gnawing on a wooden block, when she suddenly goes still. Head up. Eyes locked on the front door. She makes a sound I've never heard from her—low, almost guttural, vibrating in her tiny chest. "You okay, bug?" I crouch beside her, press my palm to her forehead. Cool. No fever. Her eyes stay fixed on the door for another five seconds, wide and intent, then she blinks and goes back to the block like nothing happened.