If Only You Could See Yourself In My Eyes Novels & Stories

“All I remember was I was inside the palace in the middle of the dancing crowd there was blood I saw myself I was Suzy.” I saw myself I was Suzy... I saw myself I was Suzy... I saw myself I was Suzy... “Serra, wake up!” He shook me violently. I opened my eyes and saw Gugu and Grip’s faces. I couldn’t read their expressions as emotions on their faces mixed up. “You’ve been uttering ‘I saw myself I was Suzy’ for thirty minutes while standing and with closed eyes!” Gugu held her chest and controlled her breathing. “Thirty minutes? But I was just recalling–”

“No, as a matter of fact, this is the first time in my entire life, that I feel like I am doing something right. You need to stop, stop seeing yourself as some sort of curse and blaming yourself for everything that’s happening. You’ve done and are still doing your best. Stop—“ I was startled when he stood up and sucked in a sharp breath. “If only you could see yourself from my eyes. If only you could — if only you could see yourself the way I do!” “Well, I can’t!” I suddenly burst out. Silence reigned for a moment before we locked eyes. “I can’t…” I whispered as I let out soft whimpers. “I can’t — I just can’t…” I repeated.

"I didn't think about it like that. Thank you, Ace." "It's my job to let you see just how powerful you are until you believe it. You don't see yourself right now, baby, so I'll show you. I will be your mirror until you can see your own reflection. For however long you want." "You're going to make me cry." I said honestly. This was better than any love confession. To be seen is to be loved. "I don't want to see any tears on my pretty girl's face." He smiled. "Come on, let's go back downstairs. You ready?"

Blinking in confusion and through the haze of desire, I look up, And what I see rocks through my body. Jesse… Jesse is crying.

I wrap my arms around both their necks and let my tears fall, I don't actually make any sounds, but my whole body shakes and I have one grim thought in my mind. Would my relationship with Ivan ever get fixed?

“I want you to listen.” The music swells, filling the car, vibrating through the seats, the windows, my ribs. I don’t even realize I’m singing at first — until the words are already out of me, every line memorized, etched into muscle and memory. ‘Hmm, yeah … Mirrors they never lie … Don’t see myself inside … Why can’t I get it right? I don’t know … You’re always watching me fall … Shadows, they like my wall … Why do I feel so small?

Him saying that makes me to give myself a look over, I try to find this something which made him to say those words, but I don't find it. All I see is me wearing long jean dungarees with a white tee underneath and some sneakers, and of course have my hair as it has always been. " You're not very big on compliments, are you?" He asks. " I just don't see what's there to compliment." I admit with a shrug. " Well, if you were to borrow my eyes for just a minute, you'd definitely see what I see." He says. " I guess that's why we have different eyes then, so we see differently." I point out.

He is my second mate. When I heard him talking about another girl. When I saw him hugging another girl. Then, I felt that I would lose him if I pretended to be that girl which is hard to get. The fear of losing him made me eager to answer him in yes quickly. He didn't know that I felt the same thing and I am his mate, still he always remained by my side. Remembering all these things made me fall hard for him. I just want to tell him that I can control my eyes colour and my heart beats. I will wait to become a wolf again. After that I would surprise him. I reached his house. I rang the bell. As soon as he opened the door, he said annoyingly," Now what? Did you forget to say anything?"

He chuckled wearing a smug look “I told all that because I knew you were gullible and desperate for love, I knew if a planted a kiss on your head and fuck you real good, you would do anything I asked for and I was right” “Tell me you are lying, because you are hurting me right,” “You deserve it, next time you will not be so stupid as to think anybody would want to love you or spend the rest of their life with you, Take a look at yourself in the mirror,” he said pointing his hands in the direction of the mirror in our room “Do that person you see looks like it deserves love, the answer is No,” I stared at my reflection in the mirror, watching as tears flowed freely down my cheek.

he said with a broad smile. I immediately made my way towards the restroom, desperately needing a moment alone to compose myself. Looking in the mirror, I could see the pain in my eyes. The reflection was me, but at the same time, it seemed I was looking at a different person—a jealous and tormented version of myself. Even when I closed my eyes, I could see them tangled together, almost close to making love just in front of me. I splashed cold water on my face, trying to regain control over my racing heart and turbulent mind.