Eyepatch Novels & Stories

"You forgot to add scratching behind your ears and chasing cars." She planted her hands on her hips. She looked too cute with her oversized T-shirt, damp hair curling around her head, and loose pants rolled into thick cuffs at the bottom. "You can stop making fun of me. Grateful for your rescue doesn't mean I'm going to let you brainwash me into thinking I'm something that I'm not." "Whatever you say, darling." "Ignore him," Darren said, blocking her view of Jaxon. He handed her a burger and carton of fries. "Eat. You need to keep your strength up, for you and the baby."

He palmed the bed, and swooned in gently to take her lips. The kiss was particularly light, and gentle. He nibbled softly against her lower lip, kíssing his woman breezily until she finally opened her eyes. The eyepatch was the first thing she saw, and her eyes widened. He had finally donned the eyepatch again. " Royalty! " There was a caught. Royalty's eyes flew widely open. He took time, but he finally picked him self up, and polled away from her. " You must have been mistaken. "

My eyes widened when I saw Zaya walking towards me with a tall man next to her. "Zay- Zaya?" I whispered in disbelief. I honestly almost forgot we live in the same territory. He looks very healthy and relaxed. I couldn't help but stare at his face, which was partly adorned by claw marks that had healed, but the skin around the wound was still pink and reddish. One of his eyes was covered by a black eyepatch that at first glance made him look like a pirate pirate. Zaya is wearing a closed dress that looks graceful on her body. Her hair styled in such a way looks shiny and soft. He looks happy.

I woke up still in Saint's room. I saw him at the end of his bed facing his laptop and I knew he was serious about what he was doing. I carefully moved my body, and I flinched. It still hurts. He looked at me with his usual stare. He's still wearing his eyepatch, seriously? What's with his eyepatch? Is he hiding something in his left eye? "Just rest Klea, your cheeks are still swollen." I nodded to him and lay down again.

After what felt like an eternity, Nora made her way to the room housing the printer and copier. The printer's unusual silence drew Nora's attention. It was odd for it to be off during regular working hours. She approached it and attempted to power it on, but it stubbornly refused to respond. Puzzled, Nora examined the power socket and discovered the cable was unplugged. As she reached down to reconnect it, she noticed something more alarming—the male connector had been deliberately severed. A wave of frustration and concern washed over her as she grappled with the realization that someone had intentionally tampered with the printer.

“They are all double-eye patches. I took the classic eye patch idea, but strung two together and glued feathers on.” “These are really beautiful,” said Nate , helping Mira ’s fingertips feel each patch “The first is covered in black feathers, and I trimmed them to the exact shape of the actual patches. The band is elastic, which I covered with black velvet. When you wrap it around the back of your head, you can pull your hair over it.” To Mira ’s touch, it felt quite nice. “The bridge of the nose is a band of black velvet, as well,” she concluded before Nate moved Mira ’s hand to the next design. “The next is the same idea, except it’s eggshell white and the feathers aren’t trimmed,

She sadly declared he was not healing and suggested a permanent helper in the cottage next door so she could keep an eye on him. The angry red of his eyes had finally retreated. He no longer wore bandages but kept his eyes closed out of choice, a thin veil of blue gauze making strangers aware of his condition. No doubt he tested his vision in private, sick of having to confirm to us all he remained sightless he wore his own kind of eyepatch. “You know what I’m done eating,” Lucas growled, pushing his plate away after we fell into awkward silence. “Same here. Ayr walk me back? Matthew you’re done for today.”

Arzhel First Person Point Of View I sat in class, drumming my pen against the desk, glancing at the clock every other second. Where the hell was Cyrus? He said he was just going to the nurse's office for some painkillers, but it had been way too long. My foot tapped impatiently beneath the table, irritation building. I was not built to wait. And I could feel it. like someone was watching me too close. I didn't even have to look to know who it was-Parker, sitting a few rows back, his eyes boring into the side of my head.

Eagle Eye is my curse as well as my blessing and I was willing to carry the plan through. As the hours ran by, my eyes drooped and I nearly fell asleep but I pinched myself so hard I winced. “Stay focused, Caden.” I told myself and resumed tinking and picking the device apart. I think it was around 10 in the morning that I finally had my breakthrough. “Yes! It worked!” I screamed as the Eagle Eye, shaped like a tiny Eagle swopped into the room with an iPad I told it to find. Giovanna and Gastby burst through the door, their faces tired but their eyes widened with mirth. When I'd told them I'll be pulling an all-nighter for two days straight until I fixed this, they agreed to stay with me. Th

I kept expecting to open my eyes and find myself in my bed, but the dream stretched on. “You are a fighter, huh?” A strange voice said. I turned my head to see a handsome man wearing an eyepatch. He was sitting on a branch nearby, watching me. “Help me?” I requested. The vines were starting to cut off my air. But the eyepatch man just sat, smoking a cigarette, watching me struggle. “The system isn’t built to help.” He said cryptically, “It is meant to tie you down.” ”How come you aren’t tied?” I gasped.