Sand In My Eyes Book Novels & Stories

Thousands of abandoned books rested upon the silent sand. Some were half-buried. Others lay open, their pages completely blank. The woman whispered, "These are all unfinished stories..." The First Reader nodded. "Every story abandoned by its Author eventually arrives here." Adrian stepped onto the cold sand. The moment his foot touched the shore... every abandoned book trembled. One by one... their pages began turning. Not by wind. By recognition. A faint whisper rose from every direction. "Author..." "Please..." "Finish us..." Thousands of voices.

“Sleep. I’m right here.” I closed my eyes. For the first time in days, the dark behind my lids wasn’t filled with flames. It was filled with Daenerys’s laugh. Daemon’s sticky fingers. A new heartbeat under my skin. And Sandra’s face when she finally understood she hadn’t won anything at all.

The moment my hand hangs up the line, my mouth lights another fresh cigarette, the spark glowing red in the dark hallway. Apart from this massive pack mess, Sandra’s fierce, angry accusations are gnawing deep into my inner wolf's chest. She had stood right there in front of my body, looking all the way up at my eyes with those determined, beautiful eyes, spelling out her grievances word by word, even swearing death oaths to the Moon Mother... Her fierce voice and her soft scent are driving my beast completely wild.

“I may have belonged to you once, but I don't anymore! Remember that?” “If that's what you wanna believe, Angel, then you believe it.” “It's not what I believe! I know it!” “See those eyes, Sandra?” I crossed the room, stopped in front of her and looked down at her. “They tell me a different story, so why don't we give up the game?”

Judy's face was covered in sand. Susan was taken aback by the way Judy suddenly fell as soon as she warned her against running. Too late, but the old butler was the first to come to Judy's aid, and picked her up. 'Mummy' Judy started to cry out to her mother. She shut her eyes tight, so that no drop of sand would enter her eyes, yet she cried out loud. She was clever to have shut her eyes, Richard thought so. Some kids would bury their heads inside the sand and blink furiously in it if they were in Judy's shoes.

Then two children who were making a sand castle were laughing, and then the first one pointed at the other one and his finger mistakenly got into the other boy's eyes, which made him cry. Five minutes left, and an idea sprang up. Ghosts were unable to touch anything but could control some things. I tried my luck and I found out that I could control the sand and people didn't mind it as they thought it was the wind. “I'm so sorry that I have to hurt you with this. “ I said as I directed the sand to the boy's eyes after they had resolved the first issue.

I asked, tearing the blindfold off my eyes. I gasped when I saw endless sand everywhere I looked. We were in the middle of a frigging desert. ______

Sandy’s POV My back had a tingling sensation as well as goosebumps rising on it, forcing sleep away from my body and mind. I opened my eyes and blinked when my eyes were blurry. The first thing I saw was the glass double doors open, making the breeze flow into the room. I could hear the crashing of waves and seagulls. I shivered when a strong gust of breeze blew into the room. It was time to get up.

The moment my foot touches the hot sand a searing pain makes my breath stop. More warm tears rush down my eyes. My foot is on fire. The sand is hotter than the sand of the desert. I bite my life and fist my hands so tightly that my nails dug inside my palm. I try my best to bear the pain. Hot tears are continuously leaving my eyes. Bracing my heart, I put my other foot on the burning sand too. This time the pain is unbearable and I wince loudly. My feet are burning. I have never felt such pain in my life before. It is unbearable.

I had no time for his games. Liam walked into the room, his eyes still locked with mine, sending a wave of unwanted emotions through me as I stared at his steel grey eyes. In the moment of my distraction from being lost in his eyes, the book slipped from my hands again, and the pages rustled as it hit the floor, snapping me out of my thoughts.