Persona 5 Eye Novels & Stories

boosted herself, clicked a selfie and sent it to Navi. " Not bad" came the reply. She realized it was sent to Ravi. She quickly deleted it for all but she didn't know it was already saved by Ravi within seconds. She messaged, " it as for my friend, not for you.". She switched off all the lights except the small bulb of her temple and one of her garden. She locked the house, and went to her car, started and drove smoothly and reached Mayas by 7. Ravi was already waiting for her. He was wearing a navy blue shirt with grey pantaloon pants. The blue colour was highlighting his already blue grey eyes. The moment Anamika came, he just kept on seeing her, she was looking so gorgeous, he took a dee

I wanted to see her, to understand the emotions she was sharing with me. My head tilted in her direction, and our eyes met. Her face was showing no emotions at all, but her eyes were telling me a lot of things - but it all boiled down to one thing: she didn’t like what she was seeing. She hated this part of me. I dropped my gaze down and took in a deep breath, moving into position as my men turned Manuel’s body around. I tried to block off the sound of a wailing female, pained by her mate’s punishment.

"Let's go, I guess it's enough for today." Anya was about to turn to go when her light brown gaze collides with a pair of blue-green eyes, Anya stare in that eyes and a mocking and ridiculing smile appears on her face which removes the gentle smile from Sebastian face as if she can see his soul and know what he was thinking? Siya turns her face and looks at Sebastian but she found him staring intently in a specific direction and when she saw in that direction she found a girl's back with blonde hairs making her angry.

“Not quite.” “Okay.” I look away, then back to her. “Tell you what. I’ll say whatever the fuck you want me to if you meet me after the game. You’re coming, aren’t you?” Her eyes narrow. I’m just now realizing they’re so blue, they’re almost violet. Like her. And I’m all shades of gray. No color, and no personality except what I want people to see. I wonder how she’d react if she realizes every smile, every laugh line, and crease in my eyes, the things people search for to indicate genuine happiness, are all fake.

I whisper to her so that no one else can hear what I'm saying. "You're fast, mariposa. But not quick enough. If you give up now, I'll let you walk." I let her know, giving her an out. I shift upwards so that I'm looking down at her. I notice how her eyes look directly into mine, captivating me. Her eyes are amber in colour, but they don't seem normal. Making me wonder what her natural eye colour must be. She must be wearing contacts, but why? Was she trying to hide?

My expression was a solid mask of sophistication; everything was flawless. “A lovely day, everyone. I am Eden Noles.” My hands were clasped in front of me, a straight expression allowing nothing to be seen on my face. “You took your sweet time.” A voice like no other called out, and my eyes drifted to the one that smelled like life and death wrapped in one box with a red ribbon on it. In a second, I found myself staring into the world’s most beautiful eyes ever. The left eye resembled sunset, a cross between an alluring yellow and orange that made me wonder if this man was handcrafted by the goddess herself. The right eye was midnight black, with what looked like an ice blue split in the iri

The whole core needed serious redevelopment, but there were a lot of codes I could use. Veronica had once mentioned I should build a tool able to find a missing person or fight industrial espionage. I would follow her advice. Killian needed an army to fight Yan Hao... I couldn't give him that, but I would give him something else—a powerful weapon. We feared that Yan Hao had his eyes everywhere and knew about everything. Well, I would give us an artificial eye, one able to see and find others' darkest secrets. I rolled back my shoulders, cracked my neck, and started typing. As if I fell into a trance, I made my fingers tap the keyboard until dawn. When the sun rose, I stopped and stared at th

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.

Her scream echoed through the room, shrill and panicked. "Aaah!" But as soon as she spotted someone behind me, her expression morphed in an instant. Her eyes grew red-rimmed, tears welling up like a tragic heroine. "Emily, I know you despise me, but my child… my child is a life too!" I felt a strong hand seize my wrist, and I turned to find Tristan staring at me, his gaze glacial. "That's enough," he said coldly. "Emily, I asked you to come here for a civil conversation. How could you attack Faye like this?"

Third Person POV Maya looked into the blue lycan’s golden eyes. The fierce look on her face softened when she saw the lycan’s deep, mysterious eyes turn black and shed a tear. She quickly drove her knife where the lycan’s tail rested and twisted it. With a grunt, another tear fell from the lycan’s eye and splattered in all directions on her hand near his throat.