Prisoner Of Your Eyes Novels & Stories

It was both intoxicating and degrading, as if my worth was solely measured by how I could captivate their attention. Amidst the sea of faces, my eyes caught sight of a young man dressed in black. His dark hair and piercing brown eyes accentuated his bony yet undeniably handsome face. As he entered the hall, a hush fell over the crowd, and even the high-ranking men of power bowed their heads in acknowledgment.

It was a prison, but a curated one. David undressed her slowly, as if undressing devotion. His hands didn’t tremble, but his eyes did. As he secured her wrists to the wrought iron bedposts with leather cuffs, he inhaled deeply—like her skin was the last thing tethering him to sanity. Three forged letters sat waiting on his desk. One for Marlene. One for Talia. One addressed to him, crafted like a journal entry. All carefully worded, all lies. All that remained was her handwriting to make the fantasy believable.

Through her hazy gaze, she saw a tall, striking man walking toward her. He appeared to be in his early thirties, with sharp brows, deep-set eyes, a high nose bridge, and sculpted features that hinted at a mixed heritage. To her, he was an oasis in the desert, a lifeline in her agony. Crawling toward him, she pleaded, “Help me… please…” Even in her disheveled state, with her damp hair clinging to her face and her eyes shimmering with unshed tears, her natural beauty and alluring figure were undeniable.

The crowd was dense, but I pushed through and made a beeline for the stairs. I drew nearer and the individual glanced up and met my gaze briefly before averting his eyes. I kept back a bit, waiting for them to take the first step. Another buzz. I did not even need to check my phone to know who it was. "Close enough?" I smiled and shoved my hands into my jacket pockets and leaned in somewhat and spoke a bit softer. “You the one texting me?” 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.

"The Notebook" "I can't...", he grumbled. "It's a good movie",I retort. I pull at his hair and then screams; like a masculine screech or something. I laughed and covered his mouth. "Why did you scream like that?. I asked looking into his face. He mumbled something and I let go of his mouth. "You pulled on my scalp,Woman", he said. I murmured an apology and then proceeded to start our movie. We had totally forgotten about the pizza so I climbed over his body and grabbed the box of pizza, when I opened it it was peperoni . Our favorite. I took a slice and handed one slice to him. The movie was two hour long and at the end I cried so hard and Beck was so neutral.

"Compared to Mr. Moses' behavior of marrying a simple country girl using his wealth, I don't think there is anything wrong with what I have done." He stood in front of Elijah and raised his hand to uncover the black silk ribbon over his eyes while Elijah was not aware… Elijah was still sitting in his wheelchair with a blank expression, but his slender and big hand grabbed Javier's wrist precisely. As the severe pain sank in, Javier began to tremble gently. His face was pale, and his voice stuttered with pain. "Let... Let go!" There was still a faint smile on Elijah's lips. "Are you that interested in my eyes, Mr. Yates?"

Her eyes went wide seeing the proud look in his eyes. Was He the one who snatched her Virginity? Brutally! He smirked, his hot breath touched her skin and she burnt from this touch. And abruptly his features turned lethal from the amusing one. His ocean-blue eyes bore into her stormy grey. "You wanted war, Tigritsa. I gave it to you. Now, The ice princess of Cosa Nostra is The wife of Bratva's Merciless Monster. It's called checkmate!" He whispered with an ominous look and gestured to her with his eyes to look behind at the projector.

“Damn, what kind of copycat phone is this? Does it even cost $1,000? If I use this phone, won’t others laugh at me?” “This phone is my most valuable possession. I don’t know what else I can give you aside from this,” the farmer said aggrievedly. The man in the suit inhaled some smoke before he breathed it out. He pointed at the farmer’s eyes and said, “I want your eyes.” The farmer was stunned. “You want my eyes?” “Yes,” the man in the suit coldly said, “I want to dig out your eyes right now because you didn't open them when you were walking. It doesn’t matter whether you have them, right?”

Her beige hazel eyes which were shimmering with shiny tears got collided with those treacherously dark eyes of his which were already staring at her arduously. Without even getting into her notice, her eyes got pricked with more tears which started rolling down from her already damped cheeks because Inessa didn't know why and how could she feel that heavenly calmness in the arms of her sinner.

Faces - Raven, Callen, Lyra, Ezra - twisted, warped, turned into spinning, multicolored shadows that danced and shattered like a kaleidoscope. He let out a guttural cry, sweat pouring from his forehead as his eyes rolled. After more than ten minutes, his body finally began to still. His gaze turned blank, vacant, no longer showing defiance or willpower. As if his soul had fallen into a void. Only then did Lyra step forward. Her gray-blue eyes locked onto the glassy stare of the prisoner. She spoke, “Who are you?” The prisoner twitched slightly. His lips moved as if talking in a dream. A moment later, he muttered hoarsely, distorted, yet clear enough for all to hear,