Eyepatch Novels & Stories

“You can’t even look at me for longer than a second.” “Draven.” It was that blasted sigh again. I crossed the room in a few steps and stood in front of her, slowly tracing the outline of the patch around my eye. I’d had a custom one made as soon as I got back. “If it bothers you that much, I can get a prosthetic. They make good ones these days, you wouldn’t even notice the difference.” “I don’t care that you lost your eye Draven.” She said and I stiffened immediately.

It was not until the day when I recalled how Snowie could hear my thoughts that I realized something was not right. She thought that I had deliberately written Man as Nan, yet she did not know that at that time, my right eye had been blocked by my hair. I miswrote. The paper still had traces of my correction. I suspected something was wrong with my right eye, so I secretly took it off, put it in my bag, and went to have it checked immediately after asking for leave from my teacher. Sure enough, upon opening it, I found a state-of-the-art surveillance device inside, placed there no more than two weeks ago.

He shuddered beneath my touch, his broad form leaning slightly against my hold. “Sometimes.” He answered, turning to face me. The area around his patch covered eye twitched as his hand reached up to cover up his other eye. “Don’t cover it.” I pulled his hand down, my fingers caressing the edge of his patch. “Can I remove it?” I whispered, my gaze trained on each twitch that crossed his face. He answered with a short nod. With my heart thudding furiously against my chest, I flipped his eye patch open, the crisscross scar there making my heart pinch painfully.

he replies. He picks me up and I wrap my legs around him and he carries me to the bedroom and Arlo follows because Arlo follows everywhere and sits beside the bed with his rope toy and his one white ear and his amber eyes with the patient dignity of a dog who has decided this is simply his life now.

The glass was pitch-black as if someone had dropped a tarp over it. But it wasn’t a tarp. I raised my phone, turning on the screen’s light. And then—I dropped it. The dim glow revealed something so grotesque and impossible. An eyeball. A massive, unblinking eye filled the entire window frame, staring back at me. The pale iris twitched, its black pupil jittering as if trying to focus. Blood vessels spread across its glossy surface. It was so detailed I could see the veins shift beneath the lens. It was nearly twice my size.

Megan saw his reaction and started to tear up too, she couldn't make out the people in the distance but she knew there was only one person in this world who could cause her husband to have such a reaction. She took an item from her storage ring and put it on her face. It was a pair of glasses with white frames that were filled with runes. Inside the frame was mana glass with even more runes around the edges. These were the new version of the zoom goggles that Xasha created, they were much more compact and stylish and worked better than the previous version.

He hauled his face closer, strained his eyes trying to see the letters scribbled on the glass. Hi, Andre. A grin protruded his face, or maybe the mirror lied. His head began to hurt, a sharp pain rising at the back of it as flashes of memories of things he never recalled doing rushed in. "Ah..." he held the back of his head from the intensity. The pain began to drill in, puncturing a hole in him as his mind slowly was zapped by the pain. His screams filled the quiet neighbourhood. On a different occasion, he would have thought of his neighbours but not today. Not when he faced his demon, the one who wore his face and stared back whenever he gazed at his own reflection.

The pain in Laura Comer's right eye was excruciating. Despite the fact that she had been taking prescription strength numbing drops for the last few weeks in a failed attempt to somehow deaden the incessant stinging, it still felt like a sharp object was wedged in the back of her eyeball. Blinking seemed to send a razor blade deep into recesses of her vitreous. Regardless of the fact that Cowboy Sam had assured her that his own eye had healed within a week, she was now convinced that the only way to stop the pain was to have her eyeball removed. She was considering just such a move, drastic as it may seem, and contemplating why she had ever allowed some backwoods Guardian to remove it. At le

my eyes widen JESSES POV I walk towards my office my secretary rushes to me " Sir there's someone waiting for you at the office". "who is it?". " I don't know, but you might be-"i open the door. I couldn't believe me, I felt my heart instantly fall out of my chest, I rub my eyes with my hands hoping i wasn't dreaming or seeing things. She wears a smile, she stands up from the chair, she walks toward me "Hi, honey".

This will make the system not realize that you have bionic eyes. Make sure you keep your act every day, as someone would constantly monitor you. You can use these contacts only two times. I couldn't create more of this. You must find a way if there are any problems., do you understand everything?] [Yes grandpa I understand, thank you!] I quickly wore the sunglasses. As they don't approve of any mods to the eyes, this was the only way to keep it hidden. I can make this work, as everyone knows it is impossible for eyes to recover fast unless you have a mod there, which of course got banned.