Novel & Cerita Man Without Eyes

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.

She looked behind her and then back to her front confusion etched on her pale charcoal stained face. The man stepped closer to her, a breath away now she could feel the heat coming off his body in waves and it made a shiver run down her spine. "Your name?" The man before her seemed to growl the question out between his teeth like he was fighting control. Shina opened her mouth and closed it a few times before clearing her throat. "Shina is how I'm called." She said softly feeling a bit smothered by the heat from his body and the size of him. Even though Shina was tall for a girl, she was six foot...he seemed to be much taller than her and his muscles were huge but not in an unhealthy way. Hi

"Sorry mother, I lost the track of time. The garden side gate is closed I'm taking the other door. I'll join you both in just 15 mins for dinner." Anya just cancelled her call when a ball comes to her making her startled and she loses her balance but a strong arm holds her waist and pulls her closer and she immediately inhaled a musk fragrance. Anya puts her both hand on that person's chest to create some distance then looks up and met with a pair of blue-green eyes but this time those eyes were without any ridiculing or mocking. They were looking so pure that she couldn't help but become fascinated and she thinks "His eyes are so beautiful!"

He'd once killed a man publicly for having the guts to look him in the eyes, he'd gutted the man like a pig. The said man's eyes turned towards me, but I fought the urge to look away. I was a dying man anyway, I didn't need to be a coward when all my actions were already damned. He had light grey eyes, so light they were almost like white orbs, framed by his long dark lashes.

asked the man. What am I? A thing? This man was shameless too! If only the sharpness of my eyes were deadly, I would be happy seeing them lifeless on the floor. The man blew a smoke before he looked at me with his black like the eyes of a hawk. I could see no emotion in the man's eyes; instead, it was like a grave. Those kinds of watches were scary. I saw a scar on his left cheek, and it was significant as if it was deliberately cut down his neck.

Now Sethlzaar studied his enemy. In the stories they never showed pain. Not because they hid it, but because they simply couldn't feel it. The cuts he had inflicted stared back at him. Blood clung to the man's skin, spilled mildly from deep cuts, never dripping. Highly viscid. Men who bled, but not as any man should. Men with lifeless eyes that stared but never looked, for the life had long since left them. Men without a gaze. Men without wills. Men that weren't men.

"Open your eyes, I want to see in those deep dreamy eyes, my beautiful." Slowly she opened her eyes , they were full of love and want. A soft chuckle left his throat, seeing his shy girl turning into a tigress . Then once again he commanded her to touch herself. She never wanted to leave her grip over her friend yet she tried touching herself rolling on the bed. Seeing her like this he was getting harder, not able to stay apart he quickly grasped her hands and then entered into her slowly and slowly coaxing her. The doors were opened yet too small for a huge entry, beads of sweat were forming on the forehead. He said, " want me to come in", she nodded , he said, " it's going to hurt a bit bu

All our eyes snapped to a man in the sea of wolves. "Long time no see my...dearest...friend." The man's eyes blazed a bright, blood red at his last word. Eli snarled, his body vibrating. The man strolled forward and finally stood in the light. His chocolate brown hair shone in the sun, his red eyes looked fierce caged by his black lashes. He was muscular, dark, almost morbid.

‘What’s up with its eyes? ‘Rivers is a blind cat, pretty much like me when I am without my glasses’, I said and regretted immediately. ‘Oh, sorry?’, Beck’s smooth baritone voice said and I laughed. He whimpered when Rivers sniffed his injury. ‘Shit, sorry’, I said and he nodded. ‘Why were they chasing after you?’, I asked. ‘Why don’t you just look and find out?’ ‘I try not to pry’, I replied. ‘I missed a shot that’s it’, he said standing to his feet and moving to the window with Rivers in his hands.

She frowned, and put her head down on the table, and closed her eyes for a moment. Dimitri and Pete walked through the door, Pete went to work on the soup, Ivan whispered to Dimitri about her arms. He looked over but said nothing. Pete cleared this throat, and Jade looked up. Her eyes a pale gray, almost white startled him he dropped the bowl of soup shattering the bowl when it hit the ground. He broke his stare, and grabbed a cloth, “My apologies you're eyes aren't as gray as they used to be. It’s almost a pale white,” he whispered.