Innocent Eyes Novelas e Histórias

Her eyes were cascading down a s she continued t o walk towards m e. I was mentally praying her t o look u p, t o look a t m e and nothing else. M y breathing almost stopped when she slowly looked u p and her beautiful big doe eyes met with mine. She was looking extremely breathtaking. Our eyes went lock with each other, and she beamed m e a nervous yet very Innocent smile. I didn't smile back a t her, coz I was i n her spell , which kept m e bound t o her, and didn't let m e d o anything.

Authors pov A handsome guy (Felix Johnson- male protagonist) is in hurry to attend the important meeting, his driver is driving the car but suddenly he put a break making him a jerk. "What happened?" "Boss..." Before he completes his sentence, the handsome boss heard a sweet voice apologising to him. Without his will, he saw the owner of that voice and got awestruck seeing a gorgeous beauty. "Sorry sir, this little girl unknowingly came in between so..." A girl who stopped the car says.

He tied to open his eyes again while begging God to give him a chance to live. Until finally slowly Noah was able to open his eyes. The first thing he saw was blinking light that pierced his eyes and made him close his eyes again. After blinking a few time and getting used to the light, Noah finally opened his eyes. Just then, the old woman who was looking down while praying looked up and her eyes met his. "Aaron my son...... oh my God you're awake!" whispered the old woman who turned out to Emily Specter with a shocked face. Noah stared at Emily for a few moments before he finally hissed, "Mrs Specter......" in a husky low voice.

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.

Romero never forgot the beautiful little girl with the unusual cat's eyes, he remembered his Nonna had told him that her eyes were very special because newborns should have blue eyes. Juliette’s eyes were a deep emerald green mixed with molten gold, it had spooked his Nonna when she first saw them and she had gone to the nearby little church to say a rosary. She had brought back the local Priest and he blessed the baby and sprinkled her with Holy Water as he prayed fervently. It had made Romero laugh because she had screamed her outrage at having the cold water thrown over her waving her tiny fists in anger at the Priest it had taken all his young patience to calm her and rock her back to sl

I couldn’t stop myself. Porcelain skin, almost too delicate, as if the wrong touch could bruise it. A sharp nose, high cheekbones that caught the faint reflection of the streetlights. Those wide brown eyes too large, too doe-like radiated nothing but innocence, an innocence that had no place in my world. Every time her lashes trembled, every time her gaze darted nervously toward the window, I noticed.

She nodes. "Seems like I've to believe you as there is no proof against you" Jasmine squinted her eyes hearing this. It's kind of suspicious. Jasmine's eyes watered with apprehension. Her green spheres glistened underneath it and the drenched eyelashes were a cherry on top. She looked exactly like an innocent enchantress. "So I'm going to spare your life....." She snapped her head up, meeting his evil filled eyes. She must've misheard it. Jasmine assured her mind.

For her, it was a war she hadn’t survived. Her eyes stayed on the ceiling. Not crying. Not screaming. Just staring — because there was nothing left to do. She couldn't even understand what had happened to her. She was too innocent, too young and inexperienced to all of it. Her eyes were the first thing you’d notice — or would have, once. Wide, gentle things once full of questions and quiet wonder, the kind of eyes that still believed in kindness even after life had shown otherwise. They were the color of baby blue held by the lightest shade of ocean, but now they held no warmth. Only glass. Only distance.

Blinking, I open my eyes slightly—only to find myself in the garden, the prince's guard glaring at me. ▪

Our eyes met. I picked “Eyes on work and your time is up.” Oh Shit!