Prisoner Of Your Eyes Novels & Stories

I say placing my hand on his which sat on the table, his skin cold to the touch due to the prison, his eyes instantly, going to mine which held tears in them whilst his held shock. We remained in that position for a moment, his eyes not leaving mine and my hand rested on his, I could tell he was looking at me but through at the same time. “You have the same eyes as your mother, so pure and kind. She looked at me that same way the day she asked me to help her look into some creatures that were set to destroy us all. She pleaded for the sake of her daughter that I help but also, to help my son, when I asked how it would help my son, she told me she couldn’t say but to trust her. It was her eye

Damon quizzes “Why not? It was my time to put my stamp on the world beyond my house and I wanted to be notice so for most of the time outside of home I had 2 different coloured eyes! And I thought it looked amazing!” I giggled “Your already have the most beautiful eyes” Damon said as he cupped my face to kiss me “I know it sounds dumb now but back then I thought it was cool, once my family died I couldn’t keep using them, the crying made them hurt my eyes!” My tone went to sadness and my eyes filled with tears Damon hugged me, said I don’t need to feel sadness while he’s around

I spared one last look to where Zelena and Gunner were arguing with Doyle, then followed silently after the prisoner. They took him around the side of the house and into a shed like structure. I ran over to the outside wall and pressed my ear to the cool metal to listen. Roe was fussing over the prisoner while ordering her Mate and the others to bring her water, clean clothing, and blankets. I snuck a little further forward to where there was a small window high off the ground. I'm not going to be able to reach it by myself, I need something to stand on. I ran back to where I saw a car tyre leaning against the shed. Being as silent and as fast as I could, I rolled it to the window and jumped

A text message from an unknown number: "DON'T SIGN. THE EYE IS STILL WATCHING." Leo looked up at the ceiling. In the corner of the boardroom, a small, golden camera lens zoomed in on his face. And in the reflection of the glass, he saw a young boy with black eyes standing right behind him.

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?"

To be honest, my libido went up, causing irregular pulses in several parts of my body. We arrived at a room. A woman with horns and red eyes flashed, intercepted. "A new girl again?" She asked. "She's not a prisoner for you to take her soul," Kevin argued without answering the horned woman's question. "So she's not my meal candidate?" I started to get goosebumps. Meal candidate? So the horned girl was going to eat me and Jack brought me here on purpose to... “Jack… who is that woman?” I whispered. “She is… she is… my wife….”

I think I'm going to stay for just two days at this school. I was about riding off when my eye caught a passenger in the front of the bus. the only passenger there actually. Her head was leaned on the window and her eyes were closed but I could tell she wasn't sleeping cause she kept smiling and scrunching her nose and I could have sworn I saw her pout her lips for a split second. As if she had just kissed somebody. It's like she's day dreaming and In that moment She looked so peaceful like nothing could harm her.

"Is this retribution for all the things I have done?" The next day, Zoe had a nightmare. In her nightmare, all her limbs had been tied, and she could not move. When she opened her eyes, she saw a man dressed in black holding a dagger. The man pressed her head down with one hand while his other hand plunged a dagger into her eye. He used the dagger to gouge her eyeballs out! "Ah—!" Zoe screamed miserably! This was not a dream! This was real! Both her eyeballs had been gouged out!

Note: The sentences inside the parentheses would be their thoughts. Soheila didn't complain and stared at his red eyes. “I love your eyes.” She suddenly said that made him off guarded. “It's beautiful, yet dangerous.” “Your red bloody eyes, it reminds me of my torturing past.” Soheila laughed. Her eyes were drowsy and sleepy as she stares at his eyes. Her voice contains pain and sorrow. “Blood eyes, ruby eyes, crimson eyes!” Soheila held his face as she continued saying nonsense things. She blinked her sleepy eyes. “Hehe...” She smiled.

Confused, she waited for what came next. A bailiff entered the room, through a side door near the judge's bench, and led the accused towards the defendant's box. The shamed man had his head hung low, but when he sat down, he forced his head up high, defiant, and seemingly unconcerned. He scanned the room but paused when his eyes connected with hers. She gasped, crying out in surprise while assessing the familiar green eyes looking back at her. Randy? What? Why? Randy tossed her a sly smile and winked, like they shared some dirty secret, and this was just a blip, and then he stood and turned his attention towards the judge.