Soulless Eyes Novels & Stories

Entering the lady's washroom she took of her bloody hand gloves, threw them in the dustbin, turned on the basin, and splashed water on her face. The consequences of working hours upon hours were visible in her body. She looked at herself in the mirror. Pale face, dark circles under her eyes, furrowed eyebrows, fatigue were evident on her face. A yawn of exhaustion left her mouth. She sighed deeply. Washing her face again, she left from there to her cabin.

Oh my beloved, now I can trust that admiration is not a mirage. Thanks for giving me the sight of God's most beautiful creation. Which retainer needs to attend a crusade if they get your accommodation. My colorless life is now fully colored, more than the rainbow. The meaningless soul is expected to be this divine soul's shadow. After being feast on those eyes, my existence is triumphant now. Realm of beauty, I want to present myself to you as a bestow. <><><><><><><> Hello readers, Welcome to my first book 'Soul'

Like she is in a trance. “This is a hell loop. It is a torture used in the underworld. It will show Bethany her worst fears. To us they are simply images like a movie, but to her she will see, feel, taste and smell them. Like she is living in them.” My eyes widen as Bethany screams at what is happening around us. I watch as her mother is killed and her father. Then I watch as I and Asteria are making love. “Kinky.” Gaia says from the side as she wiggles her eyebrows. I gulp as I watch the images. I feel embarrassed. It’s like watching porn and your mom walking in and catches you jerking off.

Her mother forcibly took her eyes off the necklace she was looking at with admiration. one "Hande, that's beautiful. I never thought about it from your point of view. I wondered how you felt." Hande focused her eyes on the necklace as she held her mother's hand lovingly and smiled. "Maybe I think it's strange. I don't know. I think that those lifeless works have souls. Spirit, heart, language. As for how I feel, it may sound strange to you, but I felt love. The love of the man who made this necklace and the love of the one he loved when he gifted it to his beloved is the deepest part of my heart. I felt it deep inside."

But the young man simply walked away in silence, hiding behind the wooden door of the too small house that was at the beginning of the beautiful forest. After a minute he came out saying, "I've done all I can. Now, we have to wait." "What? What kind of house is this? Where is Armand?" "Wait! If you go in the house, she'll get mad and won't help him at all." "No! I need to be with him! What is this place?" For the first time in his life, Adelard grabbed someone by the collar and threatened his action with anger in his eyes. At that very moment, the young man looked him in the eye. His calm black eyes stopped amid Adelard's green eyes. Night met the waves of the sea and the forests of the worl

The woman behind me, points at me and screams, "He killed her." Scanning the crowd around me, I catch a glimpse of red and look closer. There she stands, the soul eater with her black soulless eyes just smiling at me with that smile that still creeps me out. You would think that it wouldn't after all this time, but it still gives me a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.

I can’t take my eyes off him. "Different worlds are not enough to keep us apart." I stared at him as he said those words to me. I can smell his enchanting scent because of how close we are to each other. His face was blurry. The only thing that I could see clearly are his eyes; those eyes that express more than one emotion. Eyes that sparkle the same way the fireflies danced around us. It’s as if I can see through his soul because of it. We are smiling at each other while lying on the grass, under the bright full moon.

I knew I can’t look to his sexy grey eyes, it’s the same as to make a contract with the devil, and I would just give him my soul with any fight; his eyes were so light that even in the dark everybody could see them. He was like a wolf, like a vampire from those fantasy movies…Oh my gods, who does have those magnificent eyes. If I wouldn't know him I would think that he is with contact lenses but it was his color. I just couldn’t look, because I knew that at the same moment my knees will lose their strength. And I wouldn’t able to hold my fingers from his dark hair, where it would try to brush his disobedient hairs. Gods just stop thinking all the time about his body. you are stronger than th

I close my eyes shut and open them. Dora's eyes filled with tears, she slowly kneels in the middle of the road, there was still a little black stain on the ground from the accident, she uses her shaky hands to touch it "I don't want to believe you're the one who's gone". I walk close to her and place my hands on her shoulder "soon everything will be revealed" my eyes suddenly caught something, it was an old man with a homeless look, sited in a small wooden caravan, selling some very cheap fake jewellery.

Bright eyes bloodshot and the boy paled to see the glare coming from the deepest of her soul. “Surely,” he thought, glared back to the deepest of her soul, “this heartless soul would never learn her lessons. Why want to take over now of all time?” He shut his eyes, blow the hottest breeze, and uttered the words that titled the world for a second. The soul at the deepest howled and Bright face the sky with a horrored expression. It was of devastation, confussion and fear of unknown. In the deepest of her mind, she wailed to remembering the moment she barely remember.