Man Without Eyes Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.”

“Looking for you, of course, there’s something. What, you think I came here to enjoy the scenery?” The man’s slender eyes were slightly slanted, his eyelids thin and half-closed, as if he were always squinting when looking at people. There was a glint of menace in his gaze that warned: don’t mess with me. Maybe it was a habit formed over time—his eyes had grown into that threatening shape. Adriana glanced around from the corner of her eye. No one was nearby. Most of the surrounding buildings were abandoned houses. There wasn’t a single pedestrian in sight, let alone tourists. Apart from the chirping of birds and insects, the place was eerily silent.

I asked lacy where the restroom was, and went to relive myself I came out and not looking where I was going I bumped into a man dressed in a black suit. ‘I’m so sorry’ I stared at the man I had just encountered; he has to be the most attractive man I have ever seen in my life. He had dark brown hair, a strong jaw, stubble from lack of shaving but seems to fit well with his appearance, her gaze travelled to his eyes, those bluish green eyes were so mesmerizing she felt as if she could get lost in them. Then the words from the mysterious man broke her trance. ‘It’s you’ he said coming out like a breath

"I don't need a nurse! Just give me my gun, and I'll shoot myself to relieve all of you from my burdens. " "Are you really blind?" Angela asked, agitated. The man in the corner resembled a man who had no hope in life. His unkempt hair was long, and his beard nearly covered his entire jaw. He was dressed in a dirty white t-shirt and black pants. The man in front of Angela was no longer the man in the picture of the criminal she carried, who was so attractive. What she saw was a sick, blind man. The man moved his head, trying to locate the speaker with his ear. "Whoever you are, get out."

he said as he crouched down to the guy fisted around his hair, and pulled his head up to look at the pathetic creature. He opened his free palm and Marco instantly understood what it was. Without hesitating much, he handed him the gun. Andreas held around it firmly as he moved its nozzle down to the pleading man’s forehead. The man withered under him. His hands were tied and he cried and screamed for Andreas to show him some mercy. But who was he kidding, Andreas was the Asmodeus himself. No one escapes him. “Plea…” the man never got to complete his word, let alone the sentence as Andreas shot him oh forehead, letting the man’s blood splatter all over his face.

Her swollen eyes and pale face didn’t give any good vibe. On the way back, Nandini got into Manik's car without a word and kept her eyes closed all the time. Though she kept her eyes closed, it couldn’t stop the tears slipping through them from time to time. She wiped them before anyone could notice them but they didn’t go unnoticed by Manik. He noticed her thoroughly through the looking glass. Her tears were hurting him. It felt as if some invisible rope gripped his heart.

However, the man's response was not what she had anticipated. With a coldness in his eyes, he lashed out at her, dismissing her pleas. "Everything isn't always about money," he snapped, his tone filled with annoyance. "Can't you understand that? I made a promise, and I won't break it just because you're willing to pay." Nora was taken aback by the man's sudden change in demeanour. She had approached him with hope and vulnerability, expecting a bit of compassion, but instead, she was met with hostility. His words stung, leaving her feeling small and insignificant.

As soon as the factory was illuminated by faint yellow lights, I closed my eyes. When I opened my eyes, I realized my vision had become blurry. My blurry gaze fell on a man dressed in black. I tried blinking several times, but I still could not see his face clearly. My gaze paused on a pair of red eyes. My eyes widened. 'Leo!' I thought. Because his wolf possessed red eyes. I saw him grab a bottle of wine and smash it against a man's head. With the broken bottle, he fought everyone. He fought with the skill of an experienced fighter.

I smile down at him but it disappears with the realization that he can't see it. "Y-yeah, maybe." But a slight smile graces Nathaniel's lips. He tilts his face up to where mine is, but just a little off-center. When he does this I nearly drop my books. His face is thin but his jaw is squared. The glasses he wore are in fact not sunglasses, but framed glasses whose lenses adjust to the lighting. And right now, they are clear and show off golden brown eyes. His eyes look different though, as if a lunar eclipse overlapped the sun, haunted, as in ghostly around the pupils.

Turned toward her on the stool. Put one hand at her waist. She turned toward him. This close…. counter close, morning close, the specific proximity of two people who had stopped maintaining any deliberate distance, she could see everything. The lines of his face in the morning light. The dark eyes with their particular quality of attention. The slight disorder of hair that hadn’t been attended to yet. He looked like himself. Not the managed, controlled version she’d first encountered. Not the version that kept things back and calculated access.