He Who Has Eyes To See Let Him See Novels & Stories

Both were shocked with this incident, Anya looks up and collides with his blue-green eyes. Anya raise her finger and traces on Sebastian's eyes making him shiver with her touch "Your eyes are so beautiful, so pure without any malice." Anya stares into his eyes with admiration and fascination then says "Why you always filled them with negative emotions? Or else they are the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen in my life." Hearing her words Sebastian holds her waist and pulls her closer to him then he touches his forehead with her and mumbles "Stop me before I lose control."

He made a mental note to check on this matter again later on once Nyx had calmed down. After a few more minutes, Nyx sniffled and lifted her head from Revel's shoulder, revealing a wide damp patch where her tears had soaked through. She gave him an apologetic smile, "Sorry about your shirt Rev" and she looked at him with puffy, red rimmed eyes. Revel's heart ached at the sight of her tear stained face and sorely wished that he could have punched Jean for causing Nyx to cry to such a state. "It's okay Ny, I hope you feel a little better now. We'll get through this together, okay?" Revel smiled back at Nyx reassuringly. Nyx hiccuped softly as she laughed through the remnants of her tears, and

His head tilted a bit, still studying me, "There is something in you that reminds me of myself." My eyebrow raised, "Reminds you of yourself?" I said with a snark, "Dude, you just met me." "I know," he didn't shy away, "But I believe in the saying that it's all in the eyes," He inched closer, crowding me, "And I can see it in your eyes, there is an adventurous wild girl in you, but you're trying so bad to suppress her down," His eyes looked so deep into mine, this time the silver in them looked a lot like shackles, ones that could easily bind me down, "Don't. Just let it go," He urged, "Let her go."

I turn my eyes away from him, afraid that if I look into those eyes, he would see right through me. “In that entire disguise, do you know what I see?” He asks again, but I don’t look at him. “I see someone who’s simple, I see someone that will help whenever she needs to, I see someone who is kind, but the whole world doesn’t realize it.” “Don’t talk to me like that. I am neither of those things.” I say, but he grabs my hand and turns my chin, so that my eyes are looking at him, I was right. He can see through me.

I sadly add. "I sorta can," Nate shocks me by saying. I look at him with large eyes until he elaborates. I was pleased to see he face was clear tonight, no glasses of any kind guarding his eyes, which he blushed madly about when it was the first thing I said to him when he got into my car. "I can see better in the dark. Bright lights are what irritate my eyes. But when it's dark, I can see outlines of things. Like if you put up your fingers," he reaches down and grabs my hand in his and my breathing instantly hitches in my chest, "I can tell you're holding up three of them."

The only other thing that felt as ridiculous as that to me was when Jordan told me, "Josie needs a pair of eyes. Why won't you help her, Hazel?" "Why do you need my corneas for this? What makes her deserve this?" His expression turned ugly when he saw that I was mad. "She doesn't have friends or family, and she's lost her vision at such a young age. What do you expect her to do?" His tone had softened. "You're not the same as her, Hazel. You have me—I'll be your eyes. I'll hire someone to care for you and never leave you." It was mocking to me how serious he looked. "So, her vision matters, but mine doesn't?"

"Sir Mark, since you are so good to me, I would like to tell you her secret. If one day you will finally meet Calla, and you see that she's not your type, do not look directly at her eyes." "Her eyes?" I repeated, wondering what sense there was in avoiding her eyes. "Yes," Cynthia looked straight at me, collecting my full attention. "She can win any man she fantasizes through her eyes." "What do you mean?" I asked, not realizing both my hands were gripping the edge of the table as I glued my eyes on her. To my frustration, she smiled and shook her head. "I'm sorry, sir. This is not the right time to tell you about it."

Like I can trust him. Tears trickling down my eyes, I pull away from Seven and he wipes the tears from my cheeks and he looks deep into my eyes. For a swift second, I feel that he sees me for me. He sees the real me. The one that everybody but him doesn't see... But he sees me...

God I hope not. ‘Hi’ he replied back with a cold voice. ‘Looks like I came at the wrong time, I’ll be seeing you Rosé’ Adam turned and walked away while I just stood there staring at his back. ‘You’re lucky’ I turned back to look at Aidan and saw that his eye color were pitch black. When his eyes switched from Adam retreating silhouette to mine he calmed down and his eyes turned back into the color we all know and love, but it still wasn’t the same.

It cost me a fortune, but I want it to be only the two of us tonight. And now that we're finally seated, I let Abigail take off the blindfold. She blinks a few times, while her eyes are adapting to the bright artificial lights and I curse myself for not thinking about the fact I'll blind my lady. She looks around herself, then looks at me and squeaks, "James! This is awesome!" "Do you like it?" "No, I love it!" "Good, because it's working for us tonight." Abigail throws me a dubious look and I nervously gulp. Is it too much?