Secrets In Your Eyes Novels & Stories

The one thing I had been trying to keep a secret for five years has now been revealed. River walks closer to us with a shocked and bright look on his face. “His eyes. He has my eyes. He’s ours, isn’t he?”

"No more secrets?" “Let me go you fucker idiot, YES No SECRETS AGAIN.” "Liar." "Maybe one or two." "haha, I know you that well."

He could tell it wasn’t wise, that meant he wanted to preserve his life. He stared at my eyes, a horrified gasp leaving his mouth as he trembled, standing. I said nothing, walking away, hearing him trail behind me. I could show anyone anything that was true once they looked into my eyes; their lives, their secrets, their truths. My eyes could not lie, its very existence was created to mirror truth. So I showed him exactly that. Once we were outside, he bent his head, “How come all that is yours? All that power?” I didn’t respond. “Doesn’t it haunt you?”

He said referring to June. " That's right...you have to come on strong like that." I chuckled. " That has to be...no, so that's the secrets you have," I showed him the files I had. " It will be fun peeling them off one by one." He collected the paper from my hand and tore it piece by piece,throwing it up,Then walks away. " Matters regarding Jade's father, I'll think about that slowly." I said before he stepped out. _____________

He was close. I was still sprawled on the ground, my breathing uneven, my skin burning with awareness. Slowly, I lifted my gaze and met his eyes and his eyes were a storm and a forest, a clash of elements trapped in a single gaze. In the deep at the center of his iris, was a piercing blue, sharp as ice, endless as the ocean, a secret hidden beneath frozen waters. But at the edges, where the light kissed his irises, emerald green bled through, wild and untamed, like leaves trembling in the wind. A paradox of fire and frost, control and chaos—his eyes were a battlefield where two worlds met, and I was hopelessly lost within them.

Totally alluring and addicting. My eyes met her now wide eyes. For the first time, I saw her eyes from this close. Her eyes were dark blue holding twinkle in them, like the way stars twinkle in the night sky. Her black eyes seemed like holding some secret deep inside them. I couldn't help but get mesmerized by her tantalizing black eyes. Before I knew it, my heart started picking up the race. I swear that her eyes were the most beautiful eyes I'd ever seen in my life.

His eyes focussed back on hers, conveying his apology. “I know it’s hard for you to trust me after this, but please just give us another chance, I swear to you, no more secrets.” Aria looked deep into his eyes and saw the truth, she couldn’t describe how she knew that or whether her eyes were playing tricks on her, but she knew he was being honest. “Pinky promise?” She held out her pinky finger for him to latch on and together they smiled.

He exudes the kind of lethal energy that could make him the focus of a room full of men. He flicks a glance in my direction and my breath catches in my throat. Those intense gray eyes burn into me, probe me, lay me bare, until I feel my skin heat despite the cold of the room. I try to look away from his arresting gaze, but those eyes pin me in place, rendering me incapable of any form of movement. For a moment, the world falls away, and all that exists is this insanely handsome stranger and the havoc his eyes play on my senses. Eyes that look like they've seen a million problems, and equally harbour a million secrets.

"Sir Mark, since you are so good to me, I would like to tell you her secret. If one day you will finally meet Calla, and you see that she's not your type, do not look directly at her eyes." "Her eyes?" I repeated, wondering what sense there was in avoiding her eyes. "Yes," Cynthia looked straight at me, collecting my full attention. "She can win any man she fantasizes through her eyes." "What do you mean?" I asked, not realizing both my hands were gripping the edge of the table as I glued my eyes on her. To my frustration, she smiled and shook her head. "I'm sorry, sir. This is not the right time to tell you about it."

“I’ve worked for you long enough to read the pauses.” Naomi smirked. “Maybe you should be the one making the closing arguments.” Sandra tilted her head with a knowing grin. “Isn’t that what you’re already doing? Piece by piece… Secrets Unfold, right?” Naomi blinked. “You remember the name?” “Hard to forget when it’s what you’re living.” Naomi picked up a glass and stared into it like it held some kind of answer. Secrets Unfold. Yes. That’s exactly what today felt like. A day where hidden feelings peeked through smiles, where silence told louder truths than words.