Spy With My Little Eye Novels & Stories

I adjusted my hands so that it won't fall. I took a closer look at it. It was a spider. It was so small and yellow. It looked so cute and I moved my hand closer to my eyes to take a good look. Suddenly it stopped moving and I could see its eyes. Three pairs of black eyes staring straight at me. It was so fascinating that I didn't know how long I was looking at it and I forgot that I was in school with some boy standing near me. A sudden voice made me come out of the trance. "V, come on let's go." I saw another boy calling the boy near me to join him. And just like that, he runs to his friend leaving me there alone.

He said home instead of family for reasons I couldn't decipher. "How do you know I am going to die, Pequeno?", Noah finally said and Beck looked at me. This was the hard part trying to convince a gang leader that I can see the future. He was going to laugh. "I had a vision", I said and his gaze fell on me. "A what?". " A vision, a glimpse into the future". Noah looked at me and chuckled. "What do you want little girl?", he asked and I blinked. WHAT?!

She pondered. A tiny rat circles the bucket of food. It jumps to the top of the bucket and fails, but continues to try until it reaches the top. Lara's hand falls over the poor rat once she reaches the top. "You filthy little rat! Do you want me to consume you? " She snarls and hurls the rat against the wall, and it limps to the small hole beneath the door. Lara crawls to follow the rat's trails and digs a small hole to make it bigger. She visualizes herself as a rat crawling beneath the door.

My eyes finally met with sparkling blue eyes… Mate.

I took a slow deep breath and walked right into the room Her eyes were fixed on the other side where Spider was standing staring right at her. I could see confusion flicker in her eyes with the way she was staring at him. She hadn't noticed me walk in. Still swirling the glass cup In her hand. Spider eyes shifted towards me and there she goes. Her eyes followed his and landed right on mine Smash I blinked back, staring at the glass cup, slipping from her fingers and crashing right onto the floor. My eyes flicked back to her eyes which were wide with shock, staring back at me

"Every person with silver eyes is their spy." Siron stared out the window. The usually vibrant city now felt like a horror movie set, silent, with threats lurking behind dark windows. He saw a small cafe where several people sat at tables, heads bowed, motionless. On their tables, inside small vases, were flowers with softly glowing silver petals. "The flowers are real," he whispered. "It’s not just a dream." "A dream made flesh," his mother replied. "That is Luna’s power. She blurs the line between sleeping and waking."

"Mamma..." The little girl in my arm didn't tug at my collar this time. She was staring down through the fractured floor plates into the dizzying, smoky drop of the inner Spire shaft. Her dark skin was smooth, but her brown eyes had a strange, geometric depth to them now—not the corporate ciphers of Vane Global, but a deep, mathematical tracking sequence that belonged entirely to her.

I couldn't. He was standing so close I could feel the heat radiating off his chest, could see the tiny gold specks in his dark eyes, could hear the shallow, jagged rhythm of his breath matching mine. My hands hung at my sides, twitching with the sudden, insane urge to grab his collar and pull him the rest of the way down. Adrian didn't break eye contact. His gaze dropped to my mouth for half a second—just long enough to make my stomach flip into a knot—before snapping back up to meet mine. Neither of us blinked.

As he stepped into the passage the door closed behind him. Yihan quickly descended the stairs into a vast underground space. The space was nothing like the lavish chambers of the second prince. The place rather looked like a den of a secret spy vigilante. One side of the place has an elaborate arrangement of high-tech monitors and electronic equipment. There sat a bespectacled girl with shabby clothes and unruly hair sipping on a soft drink busy tapping on the keys as the screens in front of her showed maps and tracking dots all over. As Yihan approached she turned around and said casually,

It was a little salamander that can bite like a tiger, and it was little, but white small particle towered its head and outside the window, snow fell on the ground, brimming the chilly wind, her eyes zoom out from the window to the table full of books and scattered papers around, the ink of a fountain pen caused a mess in a note, the lamp on the side with a horse statue gave a glow of yellow light, a small picture of a little girl that just turned eight in a red sweater was illuminated, her long hair was braided and her cheeks were flushed in a crimson pink. That girl was she. Blanche found herself in perplexed emotion as she stared at her younger self, why was she on a frame? When did that