How I See Through You Novels & Stories

“Now, let me see this little rockstar down there.” I heard him snorting before his head turned a bit tilted to the left. Due to the distance between our faces, I was sitting on the sofa while he was still standing, his face was blurry. All thanks to my prosopagnosia, I could not see his facial expression. "One time, big time? Hmn… you’re quite a playgirl for a virgin.” He stepped closer to me until I was almost face-to-face with his growing bulge. “Let's see. I think I can persuade you to agree with what I want."

I opened my eyes and allowed myself to see through her. The present images in her head played in my eyes. A trick I learned from my further, is a way to see through someone by drinking from their veins. It lowers their guard and grants a back door to one's minds. It was the best way to spy on someone without them realizing you are in their head. The things I saw in her head made my lips drop into a frown. My aura turned from relief at seeing her getting better to wanting to tear her apart limb from limb.

He raised an eyebrow with an amused expression. "Yeah," I shrugged with a chuckle. "Hot, and... gloomy." I raised both eyebrows and then glanced over to Cole. "I wish I could go with you." "Me too." He put his hand on mine. "Unless you want to suffocate on the spot," Taylor cut in, and Cole glared at him. "If you want," Jesse went on, "I can cast a spell that lets you see from my perspective." "A spell?" "Yeah, basically you can see through my eyes. You can be there in a way. It's just that your body will be vulnerable. I can ask Nicolas to keep an eye on you."

"There's something I want to tell you, Dominic. Ever since I was a child, I've had this power. I can see the person someone loves the most just by touching them." Dominic froze just as he was shrugging off his coat. "When I touched you for the first time when I was seven, I saw myself in your heart. When you held my hand when I was 18, I still saw myself. When you proposed to me, it was still me in your heart. "But when I touched your throat on the morning of our third wedding anniversary, I saw two faces. Mine and Tiana's." Dominic fell silent for a long time before he suddenly burst into laughter. "You have quite the imagination. Have you been too bored because you've been stuck alone at h

My deskmate, Elaine Jenkins, was the kind of girl who was born with a sharp tongue. She loved nothing more than embarrassing me in front of everyone. When I showed up in a brand-new white shirt, she sneered, "Look at the country boy who finally made it to the city. Are you really that worried people will not realize how hopelessly tacky your taste is?" When I switched to contact lenses, she laughed. "Those eyes look like a dead fish's. Taking off your glasses is not going to magically turn you into a handsome guy." Then I won a prize in the math competition. She just rolled her eyes and said, "Please. Everyone knows he stays up all night grinding through problem sets. He practically worke

V A sharp pain passed my mind. I closed my eyes . The sensation remained for a moment then it was gone. A vision flashed behind my closed eyelids. It was the vision of a man whom I had been seeing since childhood. The vision was not very clear but I saw the same pair of sapphire blue eyes that belonged to the man who was looking down at me now. Alpha Knox's eyes. Why had I been seeing a man my entire life who wanted to kill me? It doesn't make any sense.

Gentle hands hold my hair back and slowly rub my back soothingly as I rest my cheek against the toilet seat. “I’m worried about you, Yil. This isn’t normal,” she says with unveiled worry, “What did you see this time?” “Nothing,” I whisper. “Did… did you just lie?” she asks in shock. “I didn’t see anything because I can’t see anything! I’m blind, I can’t see. It’s not my eyes! They’re someone else’s eyes. I’m seeing through someone else’s eyes, not mine. There is an invader in my head forcing images upon me I don’t wish to see. So they can’t be my eyes,” I say in a hysterical rush as tears stream down my cheeks, “I feel like I’m going crazy, and I can’t make it stop.” I sob. Nuray moves close

My husband, Victor Moretti, is the Don of the most powerful Mafia family in New York. Everyone knows he loves me more than his own life. But no one knows how many things his love forbids. He never lets me swim because he says my eyes are too sensitive to chlorine. He never lets me touch a gun because the smell of gunpowder and the recoil would hurt me. When I tell him I want a tattoo, he refuses that too. “I love every inch of your skin,” he says. “I don’t want anything covering it.” But anyone who has known me for long knows I grew up by the sea. Diving has always been what I’m best at. And getting a tattoo has been at the top of my bucket list for as long as I can remember. That afternoon,

Blemished see through doors, moving as I push my hands onto its frames, letting myself in. Lifting my lips, as a yawn pores through it, while my hands softly rub against my eyes, my breath chokes in my throat, as my feet make a stunned halt. My eyes peel up, gazing on the sight before me, while my throat gulps in, my stuck-up breath.

'I think you should see this for yourself. I could feel the barriers around his mind coming down one by one until there was nothing standing between our minds. I pushed forward against it as he allowed me to see through his eyes. It felt as if my ribs were constricting around my lungs as I made sense of the scene which played before my eyes.