Prisoner Of Your Eyes 소설 & 이야기

His left eye started to glow a little as more arrogant thoughts filled his mind. Phil who was lost in his imagination had not noticed that the prisoner that was blowing bubbles in the black goo has ceased its activity. The numerous eyes that were dotted all over its body gradually opened as it carefully searched for the source of the unknown power that the prisoner felt. The prisoner was carefully scanning its surrounding with its multiple eyes until one of its eyes stopped at a certain cave, its other eyes then closed except for the eye that was locked on the cave. Feeling certain that something irritating it was inside the cave, it sneakily created a large tentacle from its back and carefu

I wanted to savour this moment, when he looked into my eyes, and then put it in my memory for the final time we have a stare off and I'll be the last person he sees before he dies. "Well," he began after some time, taking out a handkerchief as he blew his nose and I pulled my head back away from him. The last thing I wanted was to catch anything from this old man, "Kitty, is my girl, and you don't want to ever come after what's mine, you hear me, prisoner?"

In the depths of his blue eyes, she saw a reflection of her own resolve, a shared courage forged in the fires of adversity. As Nora entered the courtroom, the atmosphere was tense, with hushed conversations and the occasional shuffle of papers. The room is adorned with wood-panelled walls, and the solemnity is accentuated by the judge's bench at the front. Nora sat on one side, her gaze steady, her mind drifted to the moment she had rushed in and seen Alexander. He was still holding the gun and Sebastian was on the floor groaning, Nora could almost feel the blood in her fingers like it just happened.

He set his champagne flute on the round table and asked, "What reasons do you think a man has for approaching a lady?" Natalie pursed her lips, her gaze turning frosty. "I doubt you're after my eyes." Aaron's expression hardened, but only for a second. He feigned nonchalance. "You sure know how to crack a joke, Ms. Sutton." She put up her hands as if to dismiss such credit, saying wryly, "You think I'm joking, Mr. Jespier, but it's a true story. My ex-husband only got close to me because he wanted my eyes. He stole my corneas and gave them to his beloved."

POV: AIRYS My eyes met Daimon’s. He slowly leaned forward, assessing me with a furrowed brow, attentive. “Why are you doing this to me?” My voice was a trembling whisper. It was the Beta who answered. “The witness has scars on her back—deep marks.” He stepped forward, presenting images. Photos I had no idea when or how had been taken. “We also have footage of the prisoners’ actions.” My vision darkened for a moment. The trial no longer depended on me.

Then I put down my coffee, picked up my bag, and took the elevator down to the lobby, where his driver was already waiting. The car moved through morning Manhattan and I watched the city through the tinted window and thought about nothing in particular and everything at once. The fundraiser. Hale's eyes on me all evening. The particular quality of Kenny's satisfaction on the ride home. The way his power had moved through his hands when he touched me. The corridor off the main hall. A man with still eyes is saying you don't have to perform right now. I pressed my fingers against the cool glass of the window. Michael.

Zayne replied, “There shouldn’t be a need to take off your own clothes when interrogating the prisoner, right?” Angeline sighed quietly. “My little prince knows how to push himself onto others now.” Jenson, “...” “It’s not what you think, Mommy.” Jay looked at Jenson, who was currently unable to dispute, and his gaze became more serene. Jay fiercely glared at Zayne. “You may go now.” Zayne smiled brightly as if he had accomplished his lowly intention. “Then, I’ll be going now.” After walking a few steps, he suddenly remembered that Baby Robbie had given him the detoxifying eye drops. He threw it toward Jenson and said, “I got this from that prisoner. He said that the eye drops have detoxifyi

-I'm sorry I cannot help you. Blue? Her eyes have an absurdly clear blue shade, it looks like the Aegean Sea, same as the shades of the Greek seas. Why am I admiring the damned eyes of this woman like an idiot? Why am I paying attention to her eyes, if she's going to be dead soon, anyway? Your calm sea eyes will serve for no purpose at all. -Why can you not help me? -Because I was the one who kidnapped you. You look very young, how old are you, girl?

This is another problem that I should solve. I stayed in silence for a little while, as my eyes continue to blink from faster to slower. I could feel my eyes giving up and soon enough, black started to conquer my whole vision. "Where are you taking me?" "Come on! Just come with us!" my fellow prisoner yelled at me. Her other friends just chuckled behind her back. Prisoner's eyes all over the place began staring at us. "I-I'm still eating," I refuse, gripping my hand to the spoon I'm holding.