Prisoner Of Your Eyes Novels & Stories

Camila My hand clung onto my head tightly, as painful grunts escaped my lips. The memories of Sia and the prisoner’s death kept surging, threatening to burst my head. This was exactly how they lay on the bare ground, covered in blood. I slowly opened my eyes, staring at him. His face was emotionless, cold, and lifeless. The emptiness in his eyes was palpable, and a mischievous smirk of satisfaction danced in his eyes and on his lower lip.

Three years into my marriage to Vivian Rhodes, I've suffered three separate accidents. In the first year, my art studio mysteriously catches fire, and a falling easel crushes both of my hands. In the second year, I am involved in a car accident that damages my reproductive system, leaving me infertile. In the third year, I am attacked and suffer a severe head injury. When I wake up, I develop serious vision problems. The doctor tells me that my corneas are severely damaged and infected. To save my life, they have to remove one of my eyes. Devastated, I chase the doctors and nurses out of my room and flee from the hospital. But then I overhear my wife talking to her best friend, H

-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?

she added and person chained in front of her slowly raised his head up, no feature of his face was visible to Margaret except his glowing striking ocean blue eyes, seeing which Margaret sub consciously took two step back and immediately threw away bowl of food in front blue eyed person “DON’T YOU FUCKING SHOW ME YOUR EYES… YOU MONSTER, YOU ARE NOTHING BUT WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT” Margaret shouted angrily on top of her lungs and rushed back up to surface while the blue eyed prisoner kept his glowing eyes fixed on food that was now thrown in front of him, it was dark yet he was able to see some bones of beef and pieces of chopped vegetable that were now covered with dirt on ground, no one knew

“Did you ever ask where they came from?” The silence stretched. My pulse pounded in my ears. “Where did it come from?” “Your eyes.” I couldn’t breathe. Patricia took her time, dragging out the moment before she said it. “They belonged to a girl named Elena.” The name crashed into me like a wrecking ball. “She was in an accident. Left in a vegetative state. Her parents needed money, so they sold her corneas. Your father paid a fortune to give you those eyes.” My stomach flipped, bile rising in my throat.

His eyes stick on Sunny with heat. Goodness! What a shameless man! Sunny thinks, but she shows no sign of weakness and says, "I'm looking! Who fears?" Sunny raises her head and stares at Peter Johnson. Peter Johnson's eyes are romantic peach blossom eyes, and his eye end is picked on. His eyes are not as deep as Lucien's, but with a subtle smile. Peter Johnson is still with a bohemian appearance, leaning on the sofa lazily, and his eyes tightly stare at Sunny. Three-dimensional and handsome features, multi-emotional peach blossom eyes, and his lips line is looking so good. It must be very amazing to kiss him....Sunny suddenly regains consciousness! Jesus! What the hell is she thinking!

“How many are you looking to bring out for this section?” “About five or six.” He turns to smile at me. “What do you think?” “Depending on the size of each canvas, we should be able to make that work.” “You’re always good at that.” “Huh?” Shit. He’s giving me The Eyes now. Those same puppy-dog eyes that he’d give when he wanted to convince me of something, like, How could I ever cheat on you? Is this the face of a man who’d step out on you?

"You are very direct, Alvin. Is this how you usually handle your investments?" "I don't think of this as an investment," he said, leaning forward until she could smell his cologne. "I think of this as a prize. You are much more beautiful than the photos suggested. Those eyes are the color of the deep water." Aria felt a strange heat pooling in her lower belly. "You saw photos of me?" "My people are very thorough," Alvin said. He picked up his water glass, his knuckles grazing hers on the table. "They told me all about you. They didn't tell me you were breathtaking."

Caging both of my palms in his grip with his fingers entwined with mine and his eyes fixed upon me, he ensured I was completely under his control. Pinning both of my hands at either sides of my face, he fixed his eyes upon mine. His palms rested upon mine hand while he pressed them at the windows. His face was in level with mine. Raising up my gaze, to meet his face. I stared at his lustrous brown pupils carrying oceanic depth. He eyed me like a vulture and hissed around my neck, his eyes preyed on me. There was the noise of shuttering of cameras frame and clicking noises around us. I was lost in the moment, making me unconscious of what was happening outside the small cage I was in.

"We...are. But I'm trying to go over there. So excuse me but-" "Just sit here with me," he says as he grabs my wrist. His gaze is so intense that I'm taken back for a second, even with all my training to remain calm. Something in his eyes is familiar. Like a memory from a past life. What am I, a poet? Past life my foot. "Fine," I say.