From The Corner Of His Eye Mga Nobela at Kwento

He gave a small nod. The corner of his mouth lifted, his eyes never leaving mine.

Momentarily, Alexander would give me a glance and a smirk but I made sure to give him nothing but a stoic expression in return-payback for not allowing me help them. Suddenly, I caught sight of a movement at the corner of my eyes. I quickly whipped my head in the direction of the movement but it was gone just as fast as it had come.

The doctor and his parents rushed in. She remained far in the corner as he opened his eyes for she knew he wouldn't want to see her. His unfocused eyes jumped from people to people searching and finally rested on her. They lingered on her more than they should. The woman standing in corner. Little did she know she was his first thought.

A text message from an unknown number: "DON'T SIGN. THE EYE IS STILL WATCHING." Leo looked up at the ceiling. In the corner of the boardroom, a small, golden camera lens zoomed in on his face. And in the reflection of the glass, he saw a young boy with black eyes standing right behind him.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that the girls noticed and stopped as well. He took a couple of slow steps and I saw that his eyes were a gorgeous green. Then he opened his mouth slightly and whispered: "Mate."

It cut from his upper lip to the edge of his left eye, a little faint but not entirely invisible. “Stop being cocky,” he muttered as he chewed the gum in his lips like a steer prostitute. I could tell instantly, he isn't from here. “Come with me, while I’m still being nice.” I stared at him for a second too long. My eyes drifted past him to the direction he gestured. A black van sat by the corner of the lot, windows tinted. Five men stood outside, bulky, silent, and watching. Not even pretending to be casual.

“That’s how I feel when I look into you eyes.” “What?!” I turn to face him, he rubs the back of his head, a shy smile on his face, then he points back to the canvas, my eyes following his movement. “This is your eyes, see here?” He points out to what I thought were frames, but I see now that it is the corner of my eye, like a portrait of my eye zoomed in, lashes frame the sides, dusting what should be my cheeks. I feel something press against my chest.

However, the corner of his lip curled upward. "You'll see."

Perhaps he knew that he was in the wrong, for he didn't avoid the glass at all. Instead, he chose to face my rage head-on. As such, his forehead began bleeding after the glass crashed into his head.

Chris reciprocated the gesture and also took notice of his assistant, who was slipping silently from the corner of his eyes. ***** Happy reading ❤❤