How I See Through You Novels & Stories

Frankly speaking, dull and posey. Aster reached for Care's hand, giving it a light squeeze. Her eyes mirrored troubled emotions. Yesterday, she dreamed of the ruby heirloom owned by Caress Aragon coated in blood while being shined by the blinding spotlight. The vague symbolisms just made sense tonight after she saw her grand entrance earlier. In spite of knowing the strict security measures imposed, she remained anxious. Her visions are quite accurate. "Come straight to the table after, hmm? I feel uneasy tonight." Aster admitted.

Alexander gently brought his hand to her cheek, using it to bring her face up to face his. “You're welcome.” Alexander felt completely lost as he stared into her endless eyes. He felt as if she could see through him, he hoped she could see through him. He hoped she could see something good, something salvageable in all the darkness. He hoped she saw who he wanted to be instead of who he was.

No, the curtains should have shielded me from view. His dark, piercing eyes swim through my vision. I shut my own eyes, but I can still see them. Asher has a way of looking through you. He shreds your defenses with a mere glance, until you’re exposed at his pleasure without any secrets to hide. Shivering, I wrap my arms around myself. I close the window fully. When I take one final glance out of it, the two of them are gone.

I had the ability to see through a single layer of brick, but such powers use much of my energy, so I only do it in an emergency. “This is a fucking emergency, use my energy!” My wolf demands in my mind as though we only had a short window of time to access the danger, doing as I’m told, I take all of her energy and expand the radius. That is when I see the thing which made all our tense feelings begin to make sense, an outline of a person slowly opening the gate outside fills my vision, I couldn’t make out any clear characteristic due to the thick bricks between us but with the individuals build, I was more than certain this was Samual. Snapping back to reality and spotting the gap in the b

Again he walks, looks back, and is hit by the same bus. I turn back to run and again 've met face to face with myself. “What kind of joke is this?” The other me walks through me again, and again, and again, endlessly. Over and over I'm watching myself be hit by a bus in a bloody scene. I drop to my knees, and the back of my hands hit the floor, I look up and close my eyes and scream. I scream as loud as could, hoping someone, or anything can hear me. I fall to the floor, laying there, staring into the distance, watching the same scene of myself getting hit over and over.

He added in a trembling voice and proceeded to punch his still body in the chest, his hand passing through. Scared he pulled out his right hand, turning it over, again and again, to stare at it. It was transparent like he was fading away. He brought his left hand up and checked it to be sure his eyes weren't playing tricks on him. It was just the same, he could see the tiled floor. “ Don’t play this trick on me, Marco.” He warned his dead body angrily and decided to pull him up by his collar. His hands passed through once again. “ No! No!.” He whispered, the tears running down his cheeks as he withdrew his hands. “ It can't be.” He muttered in disbelief.

Aella “Take a deep breath, then imagine what you want to do. Feel the energy around you, imagine being able to see through my own eyes.” He directed. “What's that like?” I wondered “Well, there's only one way to find out,” he replied. I took a deep breath, ignoring the hands gripped on my arms forcing me to follow, I calmed my nerves, then finding my energy source I tried imagining seeing through Aragon's eyes, then I opened my eyes.

I see my future, I see the light. I see the love, I see my goal. I see the fire that lies dormant, In the heart of time. I see the joy that springs forth, At the mention of my name. I see the love in your eyes, I see the scars you try to hide. I'll tell you I'm broken, Not for you to mend me, But that I'd mend you. For even the broken, Remembers what it's like to heal,

“I could never be afraid of you.” I place my hands on either side of his face and concentrate. I never would’ve thought to try something like this, but it was actually Callie’s suggestion. She said that she wondered if we could enter the mind of someone using our gift to try and see through their eyes. Her theory is that if I can see someone’s intentions through their soul, then perhaps I could see from their eyes-literally.

I close my eyes , and I see all our memories play before my eyes. I feel my chest cave in as I feel the pain penetrate my heart. I see all the memories , from the day I had first saw him till the last time I saw him drive off. I feel my tears run down my face , though the water is scorching – my tears seem to leave a burn behind that makes the water seem ice cold. Too add salt to the wound , “Habits” start to play – which makes my entire surface , my entire put together self breakdown to nothing but pieces of brokenness.