Story Of Eyes Novels & Stories

After my eyes were plucked out, I lay on the operating table with two empty sockets on my face, resembling that of a broken doll. Samuel Sterling felt no guilt. He picked up my eyes to examine them and praised them, saying, "Daeleen was right. These really are a beautiful pair of eyes! I promised you, Daeleen. I will make all your wishes come true." As the anesthesia's effect slowly wore off, I could not help but cry out in pain. Samuel finally turned his attention to me as if blaming me for interrupting his memories of Daeleen.

Yet she didnt look away nor did she move away. Damn, Her eyes. Her eyes are so beautiful and talkative, that she almost doesn't need words to describe what she wants to say-her eyes are enough. I can look into her for a lifetime and still wont feel enough, because she has a lot of stories hidden in her eyes that I need to read. She has captured a lot of pictures inside her eyes that I need to see and adore but not from my eyes but from her eyes. Yes, I want to see this world from her eyes, from her point of view, from her shoes. I want to know how she sees this world. I want to know if this world is same as i see or is it any different from her eyes ? i want to know if the Red is same Red as

“I believe. My words are for the one who bears the eyes of the rejected luna.” I lift my hands and touch my face, the face I changed in every aspect to look different from my old face. I was positive I looked nothing like Genevieve, but I could not bear to change my eyes. These eyes I used to see my parents get killed, these eyes that Derek looked into as he rejected me, these eyes that looked up to the moon goddess to save me. I couldn’t change them, they saw everything, they were my companion. Yes, I bore the eyes of the rejected luna because, they were my reminder of what I saw, what I experienced, what I should never forget and what I am owed.

The title of the book was 'Eyes of gold' and the author's name was Franklin Gold, Ben thought it was a children's storybook after seeing the title of the book as it was written very childishly. Ben opened the book, the first page was empty, so was the second and it continued and only five pages of the book were left out of the 45 pages, Ben thought that the book was empty and was about to return it to its place, but when he opened the next page words were written and he read it, "Bionic eyes was one of the most important development in the year 2044 along with the heart of cyborg mechanism, using bionic eyes can help the combatant analyze the opponent during a fight and they also help in pre

Her eyes shined with happiness, she deeply enjoys this miserable state of mine. Looking around, away from them so that I don't get myself further stressed and raged looking at their faces, I kept my eyes stuck to the blank white wall. Starting at it, my eyes were fixed at it as if my life story is being projected in front of me. White clean walls painted all sorts of dark gloomy colours.

As soon as I did it would be real and I couldn’t take it back. Wiping my face and flushing the toilet, I wash out my mouth and catch my reflection in the mirror. My face was puffy and flushed from crying and vomiting but my eyes were what captured my attention. The blue iris almost glowing as it is surrounded by the bloodshot whites, the image of my mother came to mind. She always told me that eyes told the story of a persons soul, after all when someone dies you see the light leave them. “Focus, make a list of those who need to be avenged and take joy in hurting them as they hurt us.” I say to myself looking into my eyes in the mirror.

The odds against me are beyond my power, and I have been strong enough to bear it to this moment. If I didn't kill myself now, those girls would soon return and continue from where they stopped. Instead of waiting for another day of torture, I should end it all now. I slowly opened my eyes and my vision was blurred. My eyes hurt from the hotness of my tears, and I could feel how weak they had become from crying all the time. From my childhood till now, it seemed like the pretty eyes I had were created only to cry endlessly. I can't remember ever seeing my eyes glisten with pure happiness and peace. My joy was like a terror to everyone, and they really succeeded in taking it away from me.

Lavina was still silent, feeling something strange in her eyes. The last thing she remembered was Raveen's father offering her a pair of eyes. Actually she say nothing about the offer. Rael's offer of wanting to give her the eyes sounded so impossible.She would never be able to see again.

"Now I see why I liked you from the moment I first saw you." I almost jerked back when I saw the beautiful and friendly eyes she looked at me with. The eyes which she had looked at me the first time we had met, when I had puked in the toilet and all the times when both me and her had terrorized Janette and Clarissa in a short period of time, our fun adventures in the malls, restaurants, cinemas and salons. But then, I recalled that it was the exact same eyes that almost drowned me in the bathtub at the pack house of Dylan, the eyes which returned me back to my parents when I was about to taste freedom and what real life was like. And the same eyes which looked at Steve Harrows before killing

He stopped flipping the page of the book he was reading and gave me long stare. "What do you mean?" he asked back. "I'm not normal, I have these eyes that would scare or make other people greedy to sold and create money from these eyes." He didn't left my eyes and just stares at it for a bit longer before going back to the book he was reading. "I like your eyes, but it doesn't mean that I would sold them." "What?" My mouth was left open because of what he said. "I would even kill every person who wants to take your eyes," he added.