Glenn Eye Popped Out Novels & Stories

He set his champagne flute on the round table and asked, "What reasons do you think a man has for approaching a lady?" Natalie pursed her lips, her gaze turning frosty. "I doubt you're after my eyes." Aaron's expression hardened, but only for a second. He feigned nonchalance. "You sure know how to crack a joke, Ms. Sutton." She put up her hands as if to dismiss such credit, saying wryly, "You think I'm joking, Mr. Jespier, but it's a true story. My ex-husband only got close to me because he wanted my eyes. He stole my corneas and gave them to his beloved."

"Ma'am, I really think we should get you to the hospital. Let a professional handle it." He was already pulling away from the curb before she could argue. … Elaine was rushed into the emergency room. A doctor managed to remove the chili seeds from her left eye, but the damage had already been done. Her eye was inflamed, swollen, and streaming with tears. They applied ointment, packed it with gauze, and wrapped it in a bandage. Elaine walked out of the emergency room looking as though the world had ended. Gideon stood in the corridor wearing a dark blue shirt, his arms resting at his sides. His face was serious, and beneath that seriousness lingered unmistakable displeasure.

“Kept what hidden? I saw him lose both eyes! Both!” Cullen, who was still leaning weakly against the pillows, frowned hard. “Selena’s right. I saw the wound. There were no eyes left to keep.” The spy shook his head slightly. “He grew another one. Not a real eye. A magical one. A stored one. Something he kept for emergencies.” I gasped. “How does someone keep spare eyes? Like… like spare shoes?” Ava pinched the bridge of her nose. “Can we not compare eyeballs to shoes?”

"She's still a Princess, and you have to respect her even if you hate her, because you serve her now!" She made a disgusted sound. "Not like the bitch can hear me anyways," Gods help me. "I wouldn't say that, Emilia," I spoke, before opening my eyes. "If none of you want me to... Do what I do... I suggest that you don't look me in the eye!" Then opened them, trying to get used to the light of the room. The doctor came closer. "Don't worry, kid, I came prepared. I'm using dark glasses. Now look at me, let me see your eyes," he held my chin and I looked up.

I was about to doze off when loud voices came outside. I quickly got up to see what’s the commotion about. When I opened the door, everyone was in a panic. The nurses and doctors are trying to restrain someone. I closed the door and looked around for Gin, but he was nowhere to be found. Where’s he? “Let me go!” “Sir, please drink your medicine!” The nurse was trying so hard not to get dragged by this person with green eyes. Wait, green eyes? I squinted my eyes to see it better, and I was right. This man has emerald eyes that seems to glow by how bright it is.

A strange look, a mixture of disbelief and surprise, perhaps mirroring what was emanating from his own eyes. Blinking once, Garrett almost couldn't believe what he was seeing. But it couldn't be a mistake. No. Those were the same eyes he had seen in the dim lights of the nightclub. Eyes he hadn't seen since he woke up that morning. Eyes that had been missing for six long months. In his heart, Garrett whispered the name with uncertainty. Elice? *

"You could at least knock before barging into a girl's room, Mr. Alpha." Ethan’s sharp eyes weren't looking at me, they were locked on my eye. I had forgotten. With one lens off, my mismatched gaze was exposed. My right eye was normal but my left eye was freaking silver and was glowing faintly under the dim light. Screw me. "Your eye, omega…” Ethan muttered quietly. My hand shot up to cover it while scrambling for the spare lens on the table. My fingers trembled too much to get it in. I just fumbled, nearly dropping it.

She yelled. We remained silent. Then I turned to Dr. Richard. "Show her Doctor," I said to him. He looked at me and Lawrence before putting his hand in his pocket. He pulled out a box and opened it for Jane to see it. "This is the contact lens we removed from your son's eyes. Because of the long hours you left them in his eyes, he is showing early signs of Keratitis." She looked confused. "What, whose that mean?" She asked as she looked at all of us once more.

I held my breath, turning my face away as he popped the bone back into place. “Shit, shit, shit!" I screamed as tears burned behind my eyes. “Stay still.” I swallowed, attempting to bring my gaze to my arm when I caught his gaze. My eyes traveled up to his gentle face–we were nose to nose, panting heavily. His breath grazed my lips as he inched closer. Instinctively, I closed my eyes, expecting to feel the warmth of his lips, but then– “ARGH!" I screamed, my eyes snapping back open. The idiot had snapped the other popped bone back into the socket.

Glen's stomach tightened. Something was wrong. Very wrong. Most children would have hidden beneath their blankets. Pretended not to see. Pretended not to know. But Glen wasn't most children. Quietly, he grabbed his mother's old binoculars from the wardrobe. Then returned to the window. The camera inside the SUV came into focus. So did the driver's face. The moment Glen saw him, his heart nearly stopped. Because he recognized the man. The stranger wasn't a stranger. He had seen him before.