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

The eyes that had once been gentle now contained only redness and a madness bordering on obsession. "Find him." Every word came out slowly, but sharply. "Dead or alive... I want to see him."

I never go there. Not when I’m awake.I steady myself, forcing the thought away, dragging my focus back where it belongs. Get in. Get out.That’s the mission.Nothing else.Before I speak, I study him quickly.Read the room. Read him.Because something about the way he’s standing there The way he opened that door The look in his eyes I’m trying so hard not to meet tells me one thing. This isn’t going to be simple.Not even close.He’s not happy to see me.

She dropped her head immediately, entirely unwilling to look up into his dangerous eyes, and silently prayed that he would just leave her alone. Alexander noticed her lovely eyes gazing frantically down at the floor, completely avoiding his own. He was instantly enraged. He desperately wanted to see her eyes—her beautiful, expressive green eyes that perfectly revealed exactly how terrified she was of him. He fiercely wanted to see those fearful eyes looking up at him.

His eyes cast a deadly glare at everyone who was watching him at the moment. 'Eve..I hope you hear and see all this, Eve! I hope you believe what I'm about to say to the whole world...' ****

How could I escape, knowing he was stronger and had me under his control, unable to lift a finger? "Eyes on me, baby. I don't know what you're looking at, but if these eyes can't work the way they should,then it's better to be blind, isn't it?”

At first he thought that he was out of his damn mind, so he stood perfectly still and stared as hard as he could at the spot across the ridge where he was sure that he had seen something. After a moment, he saw it again. It was there, he was sure of it, so as the choir roared out in the ancient chants and cries of their ancestors with the passing of the queen's emerald carriage, Justin scrambled to his feet and he started making his way to the spot where he knew he had just seen a pair of perfectly blue and glowing eyes.

As she sipped her wine, her eyes returned to him, her gaze a silent challenge. Nora's train of thought was suddenly derailed by a familiar sound - a giggle that resonated with her like a haunting echo. It was a sound she could pick out from a crowd without fail, having been imprinted in her memory for years. Turning her head in the direction of the sound, her suspicions were confirmed: it was Patience.

They won't believe it unless they see it for themselves. This stopped me from thinking about recording our conversation. "You're right. They won't believe it unless they see it for themselves." I added confidently, "What if I have proof?" Snowie chuckled exaggeratedly. "What proof? Show me." I pointed at my eye. "It's right here. "I finally got it. You can't hear my thoughts–you can just see what I'm seeing." Snowie looked a little shaken, but she denied it, saying, "Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference?"

Like the eyes of- "Daddy?"

My back arched and my eyes widened in horror, refusing to believe what I was feeling. “So from now on, whenever you see this fruit,” he said, his grey eyes fixed on me, cold and soulless as he pushed it further in, “you will only think of me.”