One Eye Wrong Turn Novels & Stories

Never in his life would he imagine he'd feel so turned on by watching anyone make such small, normal motions. Evelyn blinked as her eyes adjusted to the brightness of the room. "What are you going?" She muttered. Jason smiled. "I was checking my notifications but watching you sleep was more satisfying," he replied. Evelyn chuckled softly. "Jeez! You're so corny." Then her attention got caught by the sight of his face. She traced her fingers on the scar of his burst lip and his black eye. She didn't realize the damage she caused to his handsome face till now. She really needed to work on her anger issues. "Look what I've done to your face?" She said ruefully.

Then all the lamps went out. Only the refrigerator was still buzzing. And in the dark we heard it. A slow blink. Not with the ears. With a little deeper. Open and close. Like a Lid. I fell on my knees. My breathing was flat. Then I saw it. Not really. Rather inside my head. An eye. Golden. Too big. It looked straight to me from darkness. And a voice — small, clear, peaceful — spoke in my interior: “Mama, you let the wrong one go.”

"You could at least knock before barging into a girl's room, Mr. Alpha." Ethan’s sharp eyes weren't looking at me, they were locked on my eye. I had forgotten. With one lens off, my mismatched gaze was exposed. My right eye was normal but my left eye was freaking silver and was glowing faintly under the dim light. Screw me. "Your eye, omega…” Ethan muttered quietly. My hand shot up to cover it while scrambling for the spare lens on the table. My fingers trembled too much to get it in. I just fumbled, nearly dropping it.

She let out a long breath, turned her face sideways, and bumped into a turquoise eye. Sagon plopped down on the side of her bed and stared at her with an eye that hadn't even grown yet. His right eye was still an empty black eye hole, the left eye had grown, but there was only a lone turquoise eyeball set in the socket, the eyelid was not repaired along with the lower eyelid, and at first glance, it was even more oozing than the two black eye holes. Evelyn froze for just a moment and immediately recovered.

"My party ran off without me, and I am lost." One-eye thanked his good fortune and sheathed his sword. "Of course. Come with me. Do not cause any trouble, and I will not hurt you," he offered with a malicious gleam. He did not see the matching spark in his opponents eyes. "Tell me, how did you lose the eye?" the lady asked gently as he neared. One-eye paused. "In a sailing accident," he answered. "And how would you like to lose the other?" she continued calmly.

He caught my eye from across the room and made his way over. Alex was the kind of man who naturally drew attention. Tall and well-built, he moved through the crowd with a confident ease, like he belonged in every room he entered. His dark hair was neatly styled, with just a hint of a wave, and his sharp jawline added a certain intensity to his features. But it was his eyes that caught me first, deep, dark, and full of a warmth that seemed to invite conversation.

"I was — I got caught up in the moment, and the conversation, and I shouldn't have—" "No." Julian's voice was quiet but absolutely certain. "No, it wasn't." "Julian—" "I saw your eyes, Sophie." He turned in his seat to face her fully, and the composure had slipped enough now that she could see what was underneath it clearly — not anger, not frustration, but something far more dangerous. Certainty. "I was there. I felt what you felt. You can call it a mistake if you need to, but I know what I saw, and I know what you felt, and neither of those things were a mistake."

Shamelessly. He looks so calm and beautiful as he listens to the man who's seated opposite him. I really can't make out the other man but there's a dark haired girl who's hanging next to him. I lick my lips out of my own free will as I slurp from my drink. The blond haired man looks up and a pair of bright blue eyes stare into my soul. I can't look away. I try to look away but his blue orbs are mesmerizing and I'm awed at his beauty.

In their eyes, everything was my fault from beginning to end, but if I kept arguing, I'd only end up ruining my own future too. Without another word, I turned and headed toward the street to hail a cab. I'd barely taken a step when Lewis cried out behind me, "Finley, don't go! My parents taught me never to owe anyone anything! I have nothing left now. The only thing I can do is give you my old phone!" A loud crash sounded behind me. Lewis had smashed his own phone. ... I turned around. Lewis was crouched on the ground, staring at the shattered screen while crying so hard he looked ready to pass out.

he asked quietly. But Scarlett just shrugged. “Nothing special about attending prom together, Move on.” Ivy could barely breathe, because unlike Scarlett last night meant everything to her, Sebastian stood there silently for a long moment before placing the flowers carefully on the counter. Then his eyes lifted and landed on Ivy, something strange flickered across his expression but it disappeared almost immediately. Without another word, Sebastian turned and walked away, leaving Ivy standing there with tears burning her eyes and a secret growing inside her that would change all their lives forever.