Eyes Eternal Novels & Stories

Damon quizzes “Why not? It was my time to put my stamp on the world beyond my house and I wanted to be notice so for most of the time outside of home I had 2 different coloured eyes! And I thought it looked amazing!” I giggled “Your already have the most beautiful eyes” Damon said as he cupped my face to kiss me “I know it sounds dumb now but back then I thought it was cool, once my family died I couldn’t keep using them, the crying made them hurt my eyes!” My tone went to sadness and my eyes filled with tears Damon hugged me, said I don’t need to feel sadness while he’s around

『.*+ •ᴄʜᴀᴘ. ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ ɴɪɴᴇ+ •*.』 EMERALD GREEN EYES GLISTENED AS THEY FLICKERED WITH A GREAT REALIZATION.

Green eyes. The eyes before me are not Grey. Sin's eyes are grey, which means he isn't the one that has given me this orgasm. The eyes before me are Green. I had just explored the realms of bliss with someone who isn't my betrothed. That is when I realize that I have fucked up.

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.

I couldn’t help that my eyes followed him, they always made such a spectacle of themselves that it was hard not to notice them. “See, she just can’t take her eyes off of him.” Rynae made a reference to me checking him out once again. “They’re loud and obnoxious. How can I not see that they are there?” “Yeah, but you were watching him with those eyes that shined with lust, not disgust.” Rynae tried to make this whole Ethan thing out to be more than it was.

Despite the uncomfortable position he was in, the touch of her lips was so inviting that the temptation was overpowering, and it grew exponentially with each passing second. At the moment he thought he might give in, Eran’s eyes finally focused on Lyda, whose eyes opened immediately to meet them. The first Eran saw was just how dull and lifeless that they were becoming. That is, until his sight panned over to the eye she had been covering all afternoon. He half-expected it to be reddened by her incessant rubbing. Instead, the breath was ripped from his body when he saw that the entire cornea was painted a sickly yellow color. There was nothing natural about it, and Eran’s heart pounded painf

"Huh? But... you're blind. How can you see everything like you claimed?" Eamon's smile widened, and he leaned in slightly. "Let me tell you a secret then, Ms Heather," he said, removing his dark lenses to reveal a set of green eyes. Heather's breath hitched as she saw what appeared to be living yellow cells moving within them. It was both mesmerizing and terrifying. "You have a fading tattoo 'A & H' on your left waist and a tiny black dotty mole underneath your right breast," Eamon said, his voice low and intimate.

Hee didn't expect that this little girl was actually pure to the extreme. "This... this is not my intention!" Zephyr Khan said with a wry smile. Putting down Lie Yan, Zephyr Khan activated his Evil Breaking Eye again. With the effect of the Evil Breaking Eye, he could see that there was no trace of the enemy within a radius of tens of thousands of meters, which made Zephyr Khan much more relaxed. The Evil Breaking Eye had now completely replaced the Lightning Sense. It was quite handy for Zephyr Khan. "Swoosh..."

Even from behind, he radiated a kind of predatory stillness that made the hair on my arms stand up. "Mr. Vane?" I whispered. He turned. His eyes were the first thing I noticed. Ocean blue, cold as a winter tide, and filled with a terrifyingly familiar intensity. He looked at me, and for a split second, I felt like a freshman again, standing in the library at St. Jude’s Academy, trembling under the gaze of the school's untouchable king. But that was impossible. Julian Vane had been a legend, a boy years ahead of me. He wouldn't remember a quiet girl from the back of the assembly hall.

She ascended. Gravity released its hold on her. She floated inches off the floor. Her toes pointed down. Her arms drifted at her sides. The white hair that framed her face stood on end. It waved in a wind that didn't exist in the room. But it was her eyes that stopped my breath in my throat. I had seen Feral eyes—the mindless red of the beast. I had seen Highblood eyes—the arrogant gold of the elite. I had seen the silver of the Moon Well.