I Can T Take My Eyes On You Novels & Stories

He must realize that I can’t focus. "I'm right here, beautiful. Just look straight at me."

“Lillian! Your eyes!” Then there’s only white that I can see.

My head banging from the sight of seeing them together on my matrimonial bed, our matrimonial bed. “ Your opinion doesn’t matter, Olivia. It doesn’t.” He said, his voice so calm that I felt the crazy urge to pounce on him and pluck his eyes out. “ How dare you?.” I yelled admist my tears, my voice cracking as I paced up and down the room, thinking of what to do. “ How dare I what?.” He questioned and I clenched my teeth in anger, squeezing my palms into fists.

"Felix, just wait a few more days, alright?" Luna said. "I'll definitely give you the ability to see again. For you, I'm willing to marry and spend the rest of my life with a man I don't even love. What about you? Do you really not have a place for me in your heart, not even a little?" Felix instantly clamped a hand over her mouth. "Don't say things like that. If Calvin were to hear them, he would be deeply hurt."

"Don't be sorry. Just tell me why. What are you looking for? What are you hoping to find? What are you seeing when you look at me? What's going on in your head?" "I can't stop. I've tried. I really have. I've tried to look away. I've tried to focus on something else. I've tried to give you space. I've tried to be normal. I've tried to act like a normal person. I've tried to pretend you don't affect me this way. But I can't. I can't tear my eyes away. I can't look at anything else. I can't concentrate on anything else. You're all I see. You're all I want to see. You're all I need to see." "Can't stop what? Can't stop looking at me? Can't stop watching me?"

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

"What are you doing?" Startled, I slammed the drawer shut and wiped the tears from my eyes. Quentin walked toward me, his gaze fixed on the drawer. "You're back already?" I pressed myself against the cabinet, trying to shift the subject. He approached, raising his hand—not toward the drawer, but toward my face. "You've been crying?" He stared at the moisture on his fingers, stunned and unsure what to do.

She took a massive, panicked gulp. He seemed to be peering straight into her soul. His intense gaze pierced through her body like a drill, making her violently tremble. "I'm sorry, Master. I didn't see you," she hurriedly apologized, desperate to get out of there. He didn't respond. He simply stood blocking her path, never taking his piercing eyes off her. She nervously cleared her throat to get his attention, but it didn't work. After a few agonizing seconds of standing there in heavy silence, he finally decided to speak.

Ethan noticed that someone was looking at him, he roamed his eyes around, but there was nothing. He was writing down on his notes and listening at the same time. This time, he knew where the stare was coming from. He moved his eyes towards his left. His heart started racing when he met with that girl's eyes. She immediately shifted her gaze and continued writing. As far as he remembers, her name's Dianna. She must know something – the way she stared at me, he thought. However, he cannot just let himself be bothered by it. As long as she won't harm, then that is fine. A stare won't do any harm.

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.