Funny Side-eye Novels & Stories

All of a sudden, I felt like I stepped on something hard. “Fvck shit! Don’t you have eyes” He seethe throwing me a glare. “As you can clearly see, I have eyes. Two pairs of healthy eyes” I spat back throwing him daggers equally. He has no patience at all. “Oh I see. But maybe they have problem. Don’t you know how expensive these shoes are” I didn’t try to stop the laughter that escaped me. I had to access him from head to toe. My eyes lingering on his shoes.

James said in mockery. Zane watched as they made happy comments about him, he felt free as if a whole load has been lifted off his chest at that moment and he smiled again, the guys noticed and started another round of teasing "I think my eyes are going blind" Fred said jokingly "I think so too," James said, swiping at his eyes as if to clear it. "You guys are being absurd, it's just a smile, what's the big deal in smiling?" Zane said almost rolling his eyes at their behavior

He looks back once more and starts cracking up as he quickly leaves the room. I jump and spin when I feel something squeeze my ass. Sid's face slowly looks up to meet mine and I gulp feeling like our roles just got reversed somehow... I collect myself an arch and eyebrow at him. This little guy simply arches his eyebrow back. I turn my head slightly and give him a pointed look and he growls at me. This little shit! I turn my head the opposite way slightly and growl at him in warning again. This only causes his eyes to darken as he grows again and takes a step forward.

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.

Noah gives me a side eye as I make a guilty facial expression. "Ooo, well I mean, you're not exactly wrong" I shake my head, flashing him an innocent smile. "You know, I think he looks quite like me" he proudly announces as I widen my eyes in mockery. "Don't flatter yourself buddy" I laugh out, turning my head from the screen to him.

He whispered. I smirked at his words and flipped my hair to the side. I rolled my eyes back and asked, "How about this?" "No, it's creepy," He said. I looked at the left with one eye while trying to look straight with the right eye. "Is this good enough for you?" I asked him. Then I stick my tongue out too. I knew I looked horrible. Jake started to laugh at my silly actions. "Nope, stop rolling your eyes here and there. What if they get stuck at the wrong side?" He said.

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.

His hands rest casually against the railing while he watches the crowd below with lazy confidence. Then his eyes lock onto mine. Directly. Not casually. Not accidentally. Just staring at me like he's already decided I'm worth figuring out. I feel irritation flare instantly beneath my skin. "Oh, fuck off," I mutter. I stare right back at him, roll my eyes deliberately, and mouth the words slowly. Fuck. You. For one second he just blinks. Then he laughs. Actually laughs. Not some smug smirk either—his shoulders shake while he bends forward slightly against the railing, clearly entertained. One of his friends looks confused before following his gaze down toward me.

I was such an idiot for reading into it. "Well, well. If it isn't Miss Lovesick herself." I nearly jumped out of my skin at Susan's voice suddenly sounding right beside me. Whirling around, I found her eyeing me with a grin. "Don't even try denying it, Ella," she said, holding up one finger. "That look on your face is the international sign for 'heart eyes'." "W-what?" I sputtered, struggling to regain my composure as my flush deepened. "Absolutely not! That's ridiculous -"

It was genuine amusement, as though I had just told him the funniest joke he had ever heard. "You actually think I'm going to tell you that?" The laugh grated on my nerves. I straightened, pulling a knife from my belt. The blade caught the light as I turned it slowly in my hand, letting him see it and understanding what was coming. His laughter died, but the smirk remained. I moved faster than he expected. The knife flashed forward and I drove the tip into the corner of his right eye, just deep enough to break the skin. Not enough to cause permanent damage yet, but enough to make my point crystal clear.