Los Ojos Nunca Mienten Novels & Stories

"I had my first changes after my 18 years birthday. I was unable to shift and it affected my orientation as was rejected by the pack members and subjected to an omega. I began feeling dejected for my inability to shift. I cried off my eyes that night and slept where I sat crying because my mom left me and went home. she was disappointed in me. I woke up the next day and I could feel some slight itching in my eyes but I didn't bother to pay attention to it but it got persistent over months. So one day when the itching started again and I began to feel hot and uncomfortable so I angrily began to scratch my eyes that I almost pulled out my eyes. It finally cooled off that day and I went ahead

His eyes were filled with rage and I had no idea what was going inside his mind? I kept my silence and looked to the floor. He then asked me more direct questions, “Why were you with Officer Harris? Why you went out to meet him at such an hour? You were not attacked again, right? Have you guys found some clues of the culprit? He clearly had a lot of questions. His eyes that seemed to fill with rage a while ago, now seemed to be concerned for me. It was clearly evident from his eyes and from the desperation with which he was asking me questions that how much he actually cared about me. I heard a sentence in a song or a movie that “The eyes chico, they never lie”. Indeed the eyes never lie. T

He asked them but he didn’t take his eyes off me and yes I was still glaring Whatever it is, I heard what I heard and we already made each other a promise,”remember your promise, we swore to always be truthful” I remind him “Don’t worry I remember, let’s sit and I can tell you what’s been going on” he taps on his lap expecting me to sit on his knee at his desk and I reluctantly do. The moment I suspect a lie I’m out of here!

“Something entered my eye.” Nikolai crossed his arms. “Mama.” “Yes?” “That’s the same excuse you used last time.” She smiled a little wider. “Well, it’s a recurring problem.” “There’s nothing in here.” “There was.” “There wasn’t.” She tried to keep a straight face. But he was staring at her like a tiny detective. “You’re lying.” “I am not.” “You are.” “I’m not.” He pointed at her eyes. “Those are sad tears.” “They’re dust tears.”

Rio mumbled had paused "The least I can I do is to prove it to you, don't freak out!" Rio Explained while all Suddenly seemed like a slow motion, the soft wind blew, the music played, seconds turned into minutes and Ciara who only stared into Rio's eyes seemed frozen as the unexpected happen A weird aura deflated while Rio's eyes glowed bright red as Ciara stared right into them, the deed was done after all, the truth was out, the bitter truth was revealed, all that was left was if she would handle it, Rio whose eyes kept glowing had a smile creeped towards his lips as he made to speak, at last, he had brought down his burdens and the last chapter of Our life's was a second close to clearing

I was my sister now. He dragged the body to the kitchen. Water ran. A suitcase zipper opened. I kept my eyes on the wall. Counted cracks. Seven up. Three across. The water stopped. Footsteps came back. Then he turned off the lights. Darkness. My real eyes screamed for light, but the white lenses blocked everything. I breathed slow. In. Out. A phone flashlight clicked on. Beam straight into my eyes. I didn't blink. Ten seconds. Twenty. My eyes burned behind the plastic, but my face stayed empty. Bored. *Blind.*

He didn't say anything at first; he just sort of leaned in and displayed those incredible eyes, and I definitely saw the dark iris in his eye. Yes, this guy, but not any ordinary guy. There was something strange, like extremely strange, in the way he was staring at me. He simply nodded and remained silent, giving a little smile as if he completely understood. I tilted my head and eyed him. “What’s your deal?” The man shrugged and eyed me up and down as if checking me out as well. "Just passing through," he said, kinda difficult to hear him over the music. “Saw you. Thought you might be fun.”

A thread of hope ran under his voice. “Mm.” I answered coldly. The tears had run dry, Raphael. After this, there was only blood left. Raphael smiled. “See. Locking you up suits you better than reasoning with you.” I held the door frame and walked out, and every step felt like walking on a blade. The harsh red on the hem of my dress, he took it all in. The smile froze on his face. The next second, his eyes went red.

“Did you see the boy’s eyes in that photo, Anya? That green?” “Bozhe moi! (My God!)” Anya exclaimed, and I could almost see her spinning in her chair. “It’s the same color! It’s as if little August were a miniature clone of our dear and troubled Löwe. How does no one see it? The old man must be blinder than a bat. And Tristan himself doesn’t seem to notice! The great lone lion is blind to his own reflection in a seven-year-old boy. It’s pathetic and delicious.”

"What I was saying is that I don't think I'm beautiful." "You're not pretty, but you're not ugly," he said solemnly. "This is my face and my opinion matters," Angela insisted. "You said," Leonardo hushed, "your pupils dilated. Your hair is curly, your lips are puffy, and you have a funnel nose. And not a single description is true. " He paused, "Why are you giving me wrong identifications?" "I just don't want to..." Angela stammered. "Don't confront your lie, Angela." Leonardo was angry. "You gave me the face of another person to imagine, Angela. You bullied me, you disrespected me, and you mocked my blindness. "