Prisoner Of Your Eyes Novels & Stories

Only a priest's prayers could ensure that Daeleen received my eyes. Onlookers expressed envy, and some were even moved to tears by Samuel's devotion to Daeleen. What they did not know was that the romantic Capo they were admiring had plucked out his own wife's eyes, and that the owner of the eyeballs on display were now lying on a bed, staring into nothing but darkness. There was no painkiller being administered. All the moans from the pain left me panting for air, with only the ventilator to keep me from suffocating.

The personnel approached them too, malicious intent visible in their eyes. Camera clicked rippled through the room and all through the chaos, one person’s eyes remained on me. I turned and we locked eyes. Even now, there was no remorse in his eyes. Atlas always saw me as a filthy murderer and wanted me to spend my entire life paying for it. No, I was taking my life back. I was tired of paying for a mistake I did not make. Once I regained my rights, I would expose the truth about that night. “We should teach them a lesson! Especially this cruel Mother in law. Who treats their daughter-in-law like that?!”

Surely noticing that knowing look gleaming within the young male’s dark brown eyes, the demon turned mad with rage as he loudly bellowed at him, "Do you want me to hurt her? Because trust me, I will! No matter what you do, you will not succeed! You will not manage to escape me! So think better before it even occurs to you to touch that girl and try to evade me do you hear me you fucking stupid piece of meat!”

The crooked filaments lurking inside each look like the withered outstretched arms of the starving. ‘I’m sure they will not disappoint, Sir,’ he whispers. ‘I will be the judge of that, schwinehund,’ the officer hisses, moving towards the counter for a better view. The locksmith stays still, his eyes cast down to the bare floorboards, his ruined skin crawling under the officers’ rebuking glare. Fleisher’s eyes are blue ice, but there is a fire in them; passion born from a skewed sense of righteousness. Those cold eyes give some reprieve as they drop to the package lying open on the counter.

I could not bring myself to get my mind off of the picture of her, the pain and sorrow that filled her eyes. Her skin was covered in a slew of carefully designed and marked with my mate mark as if she were both a muse and a canvas. I couldn’t quite get the picture of her cheeks littered with a stream of dry and wet tears of pain and agony out of my mind no matter how hard I tried. Her eyes were just covering a bottomless pit of pain and sorrow. It was not like anything I had ever seen. Even the prisoners in our cells were not as tormented as she appeared to be.

Our prisoner's eyes are closed; he's leaning with his back against the short wall. "Boys checking out other parts of the city?" I ask quietly. I receive the expected grunt. "I found something for Maylin." Finally, something grabs his attention, and he looks at me for all of three seconds. In that time, he blinks once. I'm stunned again by his strange eyes, one blue, one green. I've never asked him about them, and I won't start now. "What I found isn't much, but I wanted to thank her for the boots I destroyed."

“You.. you took my life… my eyes! You…” A sharp laugh cut me in half. “Your eyes?” she hissed. “They were never yours, Nina.” My breath hitched. “They were mine,” she went on, her tone colder than ice. “Eyes I was born with. Eyes stolen from me before I could even wake up from coma. And you… you paraded them around like a trophy. Like you earned them.” Tears burned my cheeks, hot against the black void I was trapped in. “I…I didn’t…My Parents”

I know his answer, but I still want to hear him say it. "You shouldn't have been born with those senses of yours when you already had this curse. It's simply unfair. It makes me sick. You make me sick," oh, how I wish to smirk at this. I sighed. "Indeed, it is unfair. However, the biggest unfairness in this entire situation, Prince, is that I was born with those eyes of mine. But what can we do? The Gods made me like this, I did not ask for it. After all, who would ask for the power to see people's death?" When Sohan was done, I turned to Adonis, "How would you feel if you woke up one day, and all of a sudden, you were able to see your own family's deaths? You can't look at their faces anymo

Her soft and pink lips trembled as tears leaked out of her closed eyes. Her eyelashes were long and made her green eyes look breathtakingly beautiful. Now that her eyes were snapped closed, Andreas had the urge to see them again. Those were definitely the most gorgeous green color he had ever seen. It was weird, how he felt something for this little sacrificial lamb of his. She was just a child and yet she was evoking foreign emotions in him. He had never felt this way, before. As soon as he realized what he was here for, he gritted his teeth and pushed his gun against her set skin, brushing it and almost breaking it. He was quick to snap out of his thoughts.

I pull away, and shake my head in the negative at my action. I don't recognize myself, I never cared about prisoners. I go back to my seat, grab the other blanket spread on the floor, and lie down. Thoughts populate my mind, and I dislike them. I think about the contact with the prisoner, I try to shake it out of my head, and I remember the conversation I had, and consequently what I learned about him helping the prince escape. Something bothers me a lot, the fact that he said my eyes were changing color, and I smelled what was probably his. Why is this happening? [...]