Say Anything In Your Eyes Novels & Stories

How could a person eat everything in no time? And suddenly... "Your eyes seem to say I am a pig?" His deep soothing voice fell into my ear.

Where do I start from? I pick up my pencil and tried thinking of any thing I could try and sketch. My mind goes to the greek god with the silver eyes. Yes. The silver eyes. I don't know what I'm thinking but I'm working on a pair of the most amazing silvers I've ever seen as I sing 'seventeen' by Cara. "Working on the boss' eyes?"

"Well, I am forcing you to believe me. Believe whatever you want to believe." "Sometimes you are pretending, so I will believe what your eyes say." He replies, I look at him again, raising my eyebrows. "Why? What do my eyes say?" He takes a drink before he speaks. "Your eyes tell me that you still love me." He looks at me. "Just you know, eyes cannot lie." I was not able to respond to him immediately. Looking away, I emptied my glass. In this shot, I feel a bit of hotness in my body.

There was an authority in his voice, but that didn’t really affect me. I shook my head and lied without blinking, “It’s nothing.” “If it’s nothing, then why are your eyes like that?” My eyes widened. I picked up my phone and checked my eyes on my phone’s camera. It was glowing the whole time, and I didn’t even notice! He’s our mate!

Enchanting silver eyes, long, long eyelashes, as brown as chocolate skin --- In short, an unearthly beauty! "Lovely to see you, too, Iri! Got a sniff of your smell on Care, my guess was right. You've been prying not only on my business but Orion's as well." "Keep your lectures to yourself! You belong to the Damned while I am one with the Blessed so I do not need your permission. You’ve fallen from His grace. You big DISGRACE!” she barked at him.

“You call bullshit?” “Yeah.” She lifted her chin boldly. “I do. Like all the bullshit. Like you’re so full of shit that it’s turned your eyes brown.” I snorted out an incredulous sniff. “Newsflash, Mayhem. My eyes have always been brown.” “No, they haven’t.”

“Dude there’s some serious shit wrong with your eyes!” What were they talking about? “Go look.” Ria pushed me back into my room towards the bathroom until the three of us were huddled in there. “Look in the mirror at your eyes, tell us what you see?” I braced my hands on the sink counter and leaned forward, looking at the reflection of my moss-green eyes. Ready to turn away, and ask them exactly what I was looking for; when I noticed the discoloration of my pupils. I leaned in closer to get a better look. Was that a mark of a cross, or a sword in my eye? I checked the other. It was the same.

I watch as the eyes, my eyes, change to the ones I saw in my dream and she says, “You have it bad…” “What? I don’t know what you are talking about…” “Sure you don’t…” She then seems to disappear, my eyes returning to their normal colour. I lean on the side of the sink and say, “Wait, Iris?” My eyes don’t change this time as she answers, “Yes.” “Can you change more than just my eyes?” “I’m not sure.” “Did you want to try?”

I smirked. Then I started to slice the thin and long sword through the targets, making the cuts I wanted, where I wanted. And when I turned to them, they were still standing there, staring at me with that stupid gaze. "What is it?" "What?" They asked together, making me roll my eyes. "Look, we can hate each other and still have a conversation. So tell me, what is it? Why are you two staring at me as if I was an alien?" After sharing a gaze, they let their shoulders down.

frowning, smirking or even smiling at her words. "He said he likes my eyes and wouldn't admire any other eye color like he does mine... isn't that so romantic?" She said looking me directly in the eye through the mirror as if wanting to see my reaction. I tried to hide how mad I was. "I guess..." I trailed off in response. Her eyes were brown and mine were a bright shade of amber. Two different colours that can be told apart and noticable. We were so close that night. He was literally on top of me yet he couldn't tell us apart just by our eyes. I would never forget his grey eyes and how they made my stomach turn. That image of him is forever etched in my memory yet it took a stupid sash and