Prisoner Of Your Eyes Novels & Stories

he said. I turned my head. Looked him straight in the eye. I didn't shake. I didn't blink. I forced a perfect smile onto my face. "My apologies, Julian " I said, leaning back into the seat. "I just needed to clear my head. I’m ready to get to work." He watched my hands looking for a tremor, a flinch, anything. I kept them still in my lap. I wouldn’t be his prisoner anymore. I was a spy, in his camp. I was going to find the one secret that would hurt him badly.

That old guy pointed at the bookshelf two rows farther. Ryan found a lot of books there, which caught his eyes. While checking out those, he chose a book “Eye of the evil” written by K. Miller. It was a story of a killer who had two different eye colors. His eyes full of rage, resent, one could see a burning hell in his eyes. How that killer killed all of his prey with his own designed equipment and the reasons behind murders, caught in Ryan’s attention. He bought this book.

Her eyes were teary for nth time because his empathetic gesture was like a drizzle of rain washing the sorrows that fatigued her body to the brink of wishing death. "Confide to me a secret you won't ever think of telling people who know you. C'mon, we're practically strangers." She persuaded him persistently. He averted look and sighed which meant a big no, apparently. Something must have overtaken him causing the photo to slip his fingers. Thankfully, she was fast enough to catch their valuable keepsake! She turned, about to spit fire at him for his carelessness but his obsidian pair of eyes paralyze her body. They bore pain so intense, it lures her into taking half of it to alleviate his s

He tenderly brought her hand to his mouth and gently kissed it. Pain seared through my body as my eyes lost focus. The faces of my family blurred until I could no longer see them. I tried to move my arms to rub my eyes, but I was unable to move. Panic set in as I began to struggle. Finally, opening my eyes, James Cooper’s face came into focus.

It was the pink room. "It's impossible," she said to herself, staring at the pink room's duplicated interior design. *** Leonardo droved quickly. He hadn't gotten much sleep. The desire to return home compelled Leonardo to rush to the women's prison to locate Rosemarie Mantissa. She's the only one who knows about the tunnel beneath the house. The information he gathered gave him the confidence to pursue it. A few hours later, a view of the prison’s roof emerged ahead of the road. It was a women's rehabilitation prison in a remote location. Leonardo had the information he needed a few minutes later.

He came up with a Manila envelope, opened it, turned it upside down so that the contents were tossed to the bed. "There, do what you want with it. You’ve nowhere to go." Elena waited for him to strode off the room before she shifted closer to the items on the bed. They were pictures. All pictures and... she noticed a small tablet. The first frame she picked up was of her scurrying away from Luis Mathew. The second frame showed Luis Mathew forcing her on the table. In the third frame, he was pulling off her pant. The fourth frame showed her holding a knife up in the direction of his chest.

His eyes were filled with rage and I had no idea what was going inside his mind? I kept my silence and looked to the floor. He then asked me more direct questions, “Why were you with Officer Harris? Why you went out to meet him at such an hour? You were not attacked again, right? Have you guys found some clues of the culprit? He clearly had a lot of questions. His eyes that seemed to fill with rage a while ago, now seemed to be concerned for me. It was clearly evident from his eyes and from the desperation with which he was asking me questions that how much he actually cared about me. I heard a sentence in a song or a movie that “The eyes chico, they never lie”. Indeed the eyes never lie. T

"Ouch" Oliver was so distracted looking up that he didn't realize how close he was to the cabin and the people outside, tripping over some rocks and falling on someone. With his breath hitching and adrenaline pumping, Oliver looks into blue eyes, similar to Jack's, bright and beautiful, that made him forget his troubles for a few seconds. He wasn't an eye expert and even less a color expert, but he was convinced that they were the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. "It's raining emeralds..." murmured the young girl, stunned by the eyes of that stranger.

Before long, the stock of the Goldberg Corporation plummeted, leaving the company teetering on the edge of bankruptcy. The wheel of fortune, indeed, had turned. One day, Tristan intercepted me as I exited my art gallery. The last exhibit had been two months ago, and now, seeing him slouched and a shadow of his former self, it was hard to believe this was the same golden boy who once lit up every room he entered. One hand hovered over his damaged eye as he spoke, his voice raw and unsteady. "Emily, it's over between me and Faye," he murmured, practically pleading.

“No. She needs her eyes for as long as she stays here. We all know that the dangers in this kingdom are bigger than the ones in any other pack around here. She needs her eyesight to survive here and for whatever punishment I might bestow upon her after her probation period.” Who cares if she survives or not? I badly wanted to say that out loud but I didn’t. Instead, I balled up my fists and stood there on the spot with anger thrumming through me. “None of you here would love to have the eyesight of their children taken away and for them to be automatically thrown into darkness. Then when the remedy is right before you, some group of oldies are preventing her from getting it. Prisoner or not,