How I See Through You Novels & Stories

Said. I didn't say a word and tore up the things that were there. Round sunglasses, cap, black jacket and telescope! I caught a glimpse of Lacy panty and my eyes widened. "There really needs to be something like this?" "Well!" she smirked. "We have to act because your flower has withered. Are you the one who has been watered, turned to stone.”? "Hey, because you said to add to the mood, say something enticing!" I frowned but he laughed and turned to me.

Amanda looked around the room and all she could see was a standing fan and one light bulb which illuminated the room very faintly. The room smelled old, like and abandoned shelter and dusty which made it difficult or Amanda to inhale deeply “Where am i?” Amanda asked scared; she struggled once more and failed “Can anyone here me? Hhheeelllppp!” She cried out. She could feel her heart pounding hard and the metallic sound of the standing fan made it even worst. She cried out again straining her voice to reach the heavens but it echoed back into her ears. Amanda couldn't think straight, doom was near and she could feel it. How did her blissful vacation turn quickly into a horror movie? Even r

It turned out that the reality I once thought was too difficult to face was not as scary when I actually confronted it. One weekend, Charles asked to meet again. This time, instead of pretending to have missed his message, I agreed to meet him. Some things needed to be said face-to-face. As soon as he saw me, he hurriedly embraced me as he repeatedly apologized. I believed his tears to be sincere at that moment, but so what? I calmly pulled away from his embrace.

Some even started recording videos and broadcasting the situation live. Still pretending to be confused, I asked, "Oh, right. Isn't Whitney here? Since she's the wife of the deceased victim, she can be a witness too. I know you're upset about Martin, Mom, but we shouldn't come up with ridiculous lies! Just yesterday, you said that our family is ruined. You asked Martin to turn himself in too!" The words that came out of my mouth flew like missiles right at Patricia. She couldn't refute me. Meanwhile, all eyes fell on Whitney, and even Patricia's eyes lit up when she heard what I said. It was as if she found her savior.

Arlet dragged her to a room and Amelia followed. "What are you both doing?" Melody roared. "You said you were feeling hot didn't you?" Arlet asked smirking. Melody stared at her as the second pang of betrayal hit her. Arlet didn't look sad or drunk now, she looked like a witch! "I guess the glasses of aphrodisiac you gulped down greedily has set in. You must be feeling really hot and horny, is it itchy down there?", Arlet said cackling wickedly.

I was like a dying fish flopping helplessly on the shore, struggling for life while hope slipped further away. Zack’s patience snapped. His hand clamped around my throat, cutting off my voice. “Don’t even think about escaping.” His cold, cruel eyes bore into me as his grip tightened. I couldn’t breathe. I glared back at him, a bitter, mocking smile tugging at my lips. “The one who should be running… is you.” With trembling arms, I lifted a finger, pointing at the space behind him. Zack’s head whipped around, and when he saw what was standing there, his eyes widened in shock.

Willow wasn't just our manager. She was also George's wife. With her vouching for me, everyone fell into a tense silence. In my previous life, I hadn't been able to make out what was on the screen. This time, I wasted no time. I scrolled through the footage frame by frame. Even though it was nighttime, the ATM lights were still bright. Under the clear, almost daylight-like glow, my face was unmistakably visible. No matter how I looked at it, the person in the footage was undeniably me.

That door is sealed shut. That thought follows me into sleep. The quiet feels peaceful—until it isn’t. I see Lucien standing outside my window. My breath catches. His eyes pierce straight through me, like he’s pulling apart every wall I built, knot by knot. He steps closer, and my heart drops in horror when he passes through the glass as if it isn’t even there. It doesn’t break. It doesn’t make a sound. His eyes never leave mine, not even for a second.

A painting hangs beside his desk. I don’t know why it draws me in, but I find myself walking closer. Thick strokes of midnight blue and charcoal gray layer the canvas. In the center — barely visible unless you truly look — a thin streak of gold cuts through the darkness. Not bright. Not loud. Just there. A quiet fracture of light. It isn’t something you glance at. It’s something you feel. My fingers almost lift to touch the textured paint. Why would a blind man choose something so visual?

I look at you My world seems to stop I look at you My heart starts the beat I look at you I look at you A glance is more than enough to make my smile feel eternal A smile of yours Leaves me with a high That I can’t find my ground I look at you I feel so high I look at you My world lights up I look at you Every sound is musical I look at you look at you You came into my life with a surprise I found my meaning in your presence I can’t wait to see the sunrise I saw in your absence It feels different I look at you It’s all magical I look at you Look at you I look at you My life’s better I look at you Look at you Whoa, No, I have been waiting To see you