Eyes On Me Webtoon Novels & Stories

Not snooping but familarizing myself with what it meant to have a room. My eyes landed on the paper in the printer and the pencil that was on his desk. Grabbing it and a book, I sat on the couch and covered my legs up. Waylon’s face was the first thing in my mind. I started with his eyes. Full of dominance but still caring. They are fierce but loyal. His face took a shape of its own as I shaded away. I lost track of how long I had been working when I knock sounded in the door. Dropping the pen and pencil, I ran to the bedroom Nd closes the door. My breathing was heavy with anticipation.

With this closeness between us, I can see the small mole on his left ear, and how soft his eyes are when he's close. His eyes held me so captive that I didn't even know what he had done until I felt a stinging sensation course through my veins. I looked down at my wrist only to see it punctured by an envelope opener, drawing my blood out. "Don't panic," He must have noticed the madness my eyes showed when he said that. “Are you going to let me bleed to death?”

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

He stepped closer to me, his face morphed into a look that looked like he wanted me to run or something. “Leo, leo,” I said in a sing song manner, my lips curved into a smile that looked nowhere near real. “You didn’t possibly expect someone without eyesight to cheat on you.” I stood up at that, looking straight into his eyes as I said the next few words. “Or rather, let me rephrase that…” I trailed off and the tension in the room rose even more. “You don’t expect someone — your mate— who you took away her corneas and gave them to your girlfriend who’s her sister…” I stopped talking to take a better look at his awestruck face.

"I had my first changes after my 18 years birthday. I was unable to shift and it affected my orientation as was rejected by the pack members and subjected to an omega. I began feeling dejected for my inability to shift. I cried off my eyes that night and slept where I sat crying because my mom left me and went home. she was disappointed in me. I woke up the next day and I could feel some slight itching in my eyes but I didn't bother to pay attention to it but it got persistent over months. So one day when the itching started again and I began to feel hot and uncomfortable so I angrily began to scratch my eyes that I almost pulled out my eyes. It finally cooled off that day and I went ahead

"When I count up to three and you are not up I swear I will pour water on you!" "One " "Two" My eyes slightly open and I'm greeted with a blurry vision of two big hazel eyes. I try to get up but the pain my head pounds so much that I close my eyes and reopen them .Megan is on top of me looking at me with a worried look . "Finally you are awake,"she gets off the bed and hands me my glasses once she notices that I'm trying to feel for them with my hands . "Your eyes Bloom,"she gasps as she looks at me like I have grown two horns .

I couldn't see clearly anymore as the blood shot through my eyes. My hands were growing limp, this was obviously the end for me. I looked at William with my bloodshot eyes, I will never forgive him. I will get revenge even if I was reborn multiple times as I felt life seep slowly through me. I closed my eyes as I fade into the darkness. 》June 1st 2017 I shut my eyes as the light was too bright at first. I had just left a dark place. What was happening? Did someone rescue me? I looked at my hands, they were whole. It was not even cut. No pain anywhere. Everything felt surreal. I mu

This was not the way I thought I would leave this planet, running from the guy who had paid a lot of money for me. Onyx eyes appear in front of me. A deep frown etched into his brow. His eyes become almost grey as he mind links someone. I’m guessing the man in the car. My eyes flicker up to the star filled sky. It had been months since I had seen it and tonight, it was just as beautiful as the last time. “Why are you not healing?” His voice echoes around me as he pulls me onto his lap. A laugh escapes my throat as black dots begin to form in front of my eyes, blurring my vision

He believed every word I said, just like how I once believed he'd remain loyal to me forever. But based on how things have progressed until now, we were no longer the same version of ourselves when we first met. Marcus started panting heavily all of a sudden. His eyes teared up as well. He rushed up to me and hugged me. "Stop talking about it, Jo! Please, just stop talking about it! You won't die! I won't let you die!" I shoved Marcus away in response. I watched impassively as he collapsed onto the spread of glass shards on the floor.

While going through a vision, he could sometimes get strong enough to overpower me, but when the visions subsided, he was just a regular six year old boy with fragile bones and a soft heart. “Neema?” I asked again, this time louder. Neema nodded his head. It was a very slight movement, but it wasn’t hard to notice with him lying so still. “Okay, now focus on my voice.” I urged him. “Listen to what I’m saying, Neema. Focus. Are you listening? Good. Now come back to me.” Neema blinked. Once. Twice. And then the obsidian vanished between one blink and the next and I was able to see the beautiful blue of his eyes once again. “Trisha?” He whispered softly before closing his eyes and dozing off.