Romans & histoires Story Of Eyes

Everyone said I was so lucky to be alive. ‎ ‎I called out again and again, asking why it was so dark. But the truth wasn’t darkness at all, it was blindness. I couldn’t see anything. I thought maybe my sight would return after a few days being awake. I told myself it was just the accident. I believed it until the day Elijah came to the hospital and told me I no longer had an eye, that my eyes are gone. That was when I learned the truth that broke me apart. I wasn’t blind because of the crash. I was blind because my foster parents , had sold my eyes.

, the tears in her eyes multiplied in quantity, so much that she couldn't hold it in again, and she had no choice but to let them flow, gently, slowly, smoothly, “ so please, promise me that you will do everything you can, that you will do anything to put the person who did this to her, behind bars” Her eyes were now red, with little red vein-like patterns in them. Even though she didn't say it, I could tell why she was being so emotional about it. Her lips may not have told her story, but that story which was yearning to be heard was written in her eyes, in those intricate vein-like patterns, they were there, clear and vivid.

he asked again. "Anything if I do with you, I'll be ready," I said seriously. Then Jack asked me to close my eyes. The wind blows me again for a few seconds before Jack finally asks me to open my eyes. "We have arrived." I mumble. I looked around. Looks a building with a high roof and creepy. Architectural buildings typical of ancient kingdoms that I often see on the pages of history books when I was in school, I really see now. What place is this? could it be that in the modern era like now there are still houses that look unique and ancient like this?

Those eyes. Where have I seen those eyes before?

Both were shocked with this incident, Anya looks up and collides with his blue-green eyes. Anya raise her finger and traces on Sebastian's eyes making him shiver with her touch "Your eyes are so beautiful, so pure without any malice." Anya stares into his eyes with admiration and fascination then says "Why you always filled them with negative emotions? Or else they are the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen in my life." Hearing her words Sebastian holds her waist and pulls her closer to him then he touches his forehead with her and mumbles "Stop me before I lose control."

She dropped her head immediately, entirely unwilling to look up into his dangerous eyes, and silently prayed that he would just leave her alone. Alexander noticed her lovely eyes gazing frantically down at the floor, completely avoiding his own. He was instantly enraged. He desperately wanted to see her eyes—her beautiful, expressive green eyes that perfectly revealed exactly how terrified she was of him. He fiercely wanted to see those fearful eyes looking up at him.

Nezeira felt the restlessness and said, "Is there something bothering you princess?" Euphenia, "Ohhhhh, actually I do have a question." Nezeira looked at her and said, "Please ask." Euphenia, "I have heard about Your Highness many times. Especially about your eyes. But….." Nezeira, "I wear black contacts. Trying not to draw too much attention." Euphenia gleamed and replied, "No wonder!" Nezeira, "So, what do have to share regarding these Beasts?"

My body instinctively reacted, every nerve on high alert, and for one fleeting moment I wondered what it would be like to look into his eyes again. And I too stayed stock-still, not daring to capture what else his eyes would reveal.

"Look into my eyes and try to remember me. Our history. Our memories. And how our story began with just one glance." His eyes filled with tears after I said those words. And I'm not certain if it's some sort of effect or not. But then, later, our moments were interrupted by a sudden scream.

He carried himself with an air of quiet authority, his every movement exuding an aura of confidence and competence. His eyes, the windows to his soul, were the most striking feature of his face. They were a piercing shade of blue, like the icy depths of a northern glacier. They held a depth of experience and wisdom that belied his gruff exterior. In those eyes, one could see a lifetime of stories, tales of danger, bravery, and the occasional act of kindness.