In His Eyes Novels & Stories

In these hazel green eyes of mine. I’m sure that was the reason he had dropped off his eyes quickly. He hates seeing pains in my eyes. He had expected something more, that kind of magnetic pull that is in normal mates' eyes especially when they got locked with the each other eyes. But mine was different. Only Raw pain reflected in my eyes.. “ Drink some water Las. Don’t get tensed up, you would be fine.” He brushed his hands on my smooth hair. I slowly drank the water from his hand as he held the cup.

he asked. "She told me about the eyes " I said carefully. "The ones I see every time I try to shift. She told me I'd seen them before that night. In this packhouse." I paused. "She told me I know whose eyes they are. I just haven't let myself know that I know." The study was very quiet. "Do you know whose eyes they are?" I asked. Something moved through his face that I couldn't read. "Yes " he said quietly. My chest went tight. "Is it you?"

‘Thank you’ he said, his eyes were hard now, the care I had seen when I had opened my eyes were gone. ‘Will you be okay?’, he asked. I nodded. He walked away fast.

Like my body recognized him as something it wasn't allowed to refuse‚ no matter how raw he'd left me. His hand came up and caught my chin. Tilted my face to his. Those gold eyes bored into me and they were full of something that had too many names and not enough room to hold all of them. "Eyes on me‚" he said. "Always on me when I'm inside you." He pushed in.

His eyes were red. The whites of them had gone the color of a setting sun, and the rims of them were heavy and swollen in a way that no powder could hide. But there was no water in them. There would never be water in them. A man like that does not weep, even when his youngest son is being carried past him on a sheet. He looked at me. For the first time, he looked at me. "An eye," he said quietly, "for an eye." A guard stepped forward.

The frames were sleek and black, and they accentuated his piercing eyes perfectly. His hair was tied in a pull-back style, revealing the sharp angles of his face, and emphasizing his chiseled features. The longer length of his hair made him look relaxed and approachable, a contrast to his usual tidy and polished appearance. As he gazed at me, his eyes seemed to bore into my soul, as if they could see right through me. I felt a shiver run down my spine as our eyes met, and I couldn’t help but notice the way his glasses made his eyes appear even more intense and piercing.

He then stands up from his chair with his both hands tucked into his pockets and walks towards my chair and stands in front of me. “I don’t have habit to hear no. I want what I want and I do what I want to do. I don’t want anyone interfering with my life specially the cheap person like you,” he leans forward towards me and the only thing I could see below that cap are his emerald like blue eyes. They are just so much beautiful, perfectly on dark blue shades and as skin creases more, the blue shades of his eyes get even more darker. God damn! Those eyes are more than just the ocean. Even though he is quite rude with me, I feel like I want to dive in those eyes and explore each and every nook

After my eyes were plucked out, I lay on the operating table with two empty sockets on my face, resembling that of a broken doll. Samuel Sterling felt no guilt. He picked up my eyes to examine them and praised them, saying, "Daeleen was right. These really are a beautiful pair of eyes! I promised you, Daeleen. I will make all your wishes come true." As the anesthesia's effect slowly wore off, I could not help but cry out in pain. Samuel finally turned his attention to me as if blaming me for interrupting his memories of Daeleen.

Ricky asked. “Huh um no they are blue; you should get your eyes checked,” Jade said shaking her head. She wasn’t sure why the boy was so interested in her eyes. “No, they are gray Jade.” He challenged. “There’s only ever been one person with your eye color. You should be happy that you’re different.” “Whatever, I have to go,” Jade said rolling her eyes. She was hoping her Aunt was already waiting for her. “Should we tell her about the legends?” Stephan whispered to Ricky.

My heartbeats started to pick up as soon as I met his eyes. "Eric?" He did not answer me right away. His eyes followed Sean as he slipped back into his car. "What does this mean, Red?"