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

She called out. She reached out her hand as it touched a solid chest. She screamed and jumped backward. "It's me, here let me take your hand." "How in the world can you see me?! I can't see a thing! Open the curtains and some kind of light in here." Hailey spoke in raised tone of voice. "I can hear and see you just fine. I'm called eagle eyes in these parts. I can see your white teeth and white eyeballs." He laughed. Hailey mumbles under her breath, 'not funny; this is not funny at all.'

My eyes begin to slowly shut, “If you're not the first thing I see when I wake up, I'll take back my word and kill that motherfucker.” Then everything goes black.

This is crazy. The song has started. He is going to sing now. /When I look into your eyes It's like watching the night sky Or a beautiful sunrise Well, there's so much they hold/ Oh my god. And that song seriously. /And just like them old stars I see that you've come so far To be right where you are How old is your soul?/ I am not looking at him. I am just looking at the monitor. But I can see him through the corner of my eyes, and he is looking at me.

he inquired. I gesture in answer, "Indeed, however, don't stress over attempting to track down it. I have this one," I finger my thick focal points. He appears to be unsatisfied, his look of pity. "Like this," he remarks tragically, "I can't see your charming eyes that well. Is there a way you could do without them?"

He was scared of the look in my eyes, the look that said I was not afraid of him. I whispered these words in the lit room. "The second my father is stable enough to survive the transport. We are crossing the state line." The words just hung there. "You can watch us through your hidden lenses. You can log our coordinates through your tracking loops. You can use every satellite in the Vane network to map the rest of my life." I said this to Julian. I wanted him to remember one thing every time he looked at the screen. Julians breath hitched in his throat. His fingers curled into a fist against his trousers. He stared at me with dark eyes.

“True Eyes” Like beacons of light in a dark night, True Eyes swiftly pierced through the cloud of obstruction in Mane’s way and revealed what was hidden beneath. Empowered by the rich power of the Supreme and fortified by the senses of a Scholar, True Eyes saw what was meant to be hidden and relayed the information to the one who defeated its former master.

A person in trouble looks at their God. Look at me like that. Don't let your eyes leave me. Because if they do, I don't know what I will snap next after that neck of Baron Selchz's.

one in the crowd said, “so it is true that you actually went blind?! Ain’t that terrible?” “I see it as a blessing actually. God spared me of all the gruesome sights of sewage and dump that constantly rubbed against my nose. See it as a way that my eyes were cleared. I see things differently now. The colours shine vividly in my eyes, light blasts in full strength against my eyes, nothing has ever been as clear as it is now. I see lots, and lots, and lots of things in ghastly scrutinized detail. I didn’t know the world was this beautiful. Look at what I have, I have everything. I have friends, I have family and I have children now. Correct me if I’m wrong, but I think I am a man who has it al

As I got ready to take my third step, my legs felt weak and gave from underneath me. I feel strong hands grab my arms and then lift me bridal style. “You shouldn’t be out of bed, you haven’t had time to recover.” I looked up at the person, despite not being able to see in the woods, the familiar gold eyes stared back at me. I take in his features and he has short dark brown to red hair styled messily and an impassive expression, other than the slight worry I can see. I start to realize that looking at him this close up he kind of looks like a masculine version of myself.

He remained silent for a long moment. “Merde (Shit),” he whispered, finally. His eyes met mine, and I saw the same incredulity I was feeling. “The eyes…” he said, simply. “The eyes.” I confirmed, the word coming out like a growl. He picked up the magazine, examining it more closely. “It’s… impressive. How has no one commented on this? The old man must be blinder than I thought.” “He only sees what he wants to see. An heir who carries his name. Not… this.”