Story Of Eyes Novels & Stories

I’m about to use Emerald’s eyes again when a vision overwhelms me. ** I see Alpha Everly’s eyes glow menacingly. They are now a glowing iridescent white, incredibly spooky. Light swirls around her as she brings vines up from the ground. There are creatures with red eyes surrounding her, pressed to kill. The creatures are pitch black, twisted and evil. While they fear her light, they are charged with one motivation: snuff out the light. She can’t do this alone. She needs help. I see a pair of hazel eyes before me. They close with finality. I see the same vision, but with a pair of bright blue eyes. There is a feeling of sorrow that washes over me.

And in the end I sat back on my bed waiting for him to tell my story this morning. “I had an accident five years ago. A terrible accident that damaged the lenses of my eyes. I was in a coma for one month after the accident happened, then when I woke up, I couldn't see the people around me clearly. The lens of my right eye got shattered by glass when I got into an accident, that thing which disfigured my right eye and required major surgery as soon as possible. Plus...”

He closed his eyes and a pair of cerulean orbs flashed through his mind. “Fuck,” he breathed hoarsely and peeled his eyes open. Damn those eyes. They had been tormenting him for years now. So cruel yet so innocent. Their innocence had struck him hard. Countless nights he had burned in desire of possessing those ocean eyes. It was a craze obsession but he loved seeing himself in those orbs. Many times he caught himself fantasizing about them. How would they look filled with tears of pleasure? He bit his lip, feeling his member waking. Fuck! The things he wanted to do with the owner of those eyes.

He laughs again. I find myself relaxing slightly. Maybe this is good. Maybe talking to someone who isn’t one of the three heirs currently destroying my sanity is exactly what I need. Caelan steps closer. Not enough to make me uncomfortable. Not yet. “You know, your eyes really are that color.” I blink. “What?” “Violet.” I shift awkwardly. “Last time I checked.” His gaze lingers. “They’re beautiful.” Heat touches my cheeks. “Thanks.” His eyes drop briefly toward my mouth.

Three years into my marriage to Vivian Rhodes, I've suffered three separate accidents. In the first year, my art studio mysteriously catches fire, and a falling easel crushes both of my hands. In the second year, I am involved in a car accident that damages my reproductive system, leaving me infertile. In the third year, I am attacked and suffer a severe head injury. When I wake up, I develop serious vision problems. The doctor tells me that my corneas are severely damaged and infected. To save my life, they have to remove one of my eyes. Devastated, I chase the doctors and nurses out of my room and flee from the hospital. But then I overhear my wife talking to her best friend, H

"I don't particularly like parties. That's part of who I am. I know who he is. I may have never seen his face before, but stories go a long way. People always said his eyes were a reflection of his wealth, and a part of me believed that, despite how farfetched it may be. I dropped high school at the same time I dropped my belief that his eyes are the colour of molten gold, and that they are the most fantastical thing anyone has ever seen. This moment made me beg to differ.

“Did you ever ask where they came from?” The silence stretched. My pulse pounded in my ears. “Where did it come from?” “Your eyes.” I couldn’t breathe. Patricia took her time, dragging out the moment before she said it. “They belonged to a girl named Elena.” The name crashed into me like a wrecking ball. “She was in an accident. Left in a vegetative state. Her parents needed money, so they sold her corneas. Your father paid a fortune to give you those eyes.” My stomach flipped, bile rising in my throat.

My eyes lost focus as my body temperature dropped and froze my muscles and bones. Franklin Blackstone? All the available air in the room was sucked out as I looked up and my eyes locked with the most familiar brown eyes that stared back at me. It was him. I would know those eyes anywhere. Those eyes that had always stared at me with kindness. Those eyes that I had always gone to bed thinking about ever since I developed feelings for him. Mesmerized, I watched him, not breaking out of his gaze. He was really here. Even as I stared at him, disbelief and amazement ran through me.

The End of Book 1 AUTHOR'S NOTE: My dearest followers, Thank you so much for the support you give me on this journey, and I hope to see you again in the new book. I always love to hear from you and see your likes, just as I'm also thrilled to see new followers. But I would also jump for joy if you share this with your friends. To give you more ideas about how the next story would go, this is the synopsis. THROUGH YOUR EYES 2 I learned about his secret, and my revenge began. I didn't care anymore about the consequences of my decision; I was too blinded by all the lies.

Her eyes were teary for nth time because his empathetic gesture was like a drizzle of rain washing the sorrows that fatigued her body to the brink of wishing death. "Confide to me a secret you won't ever think telling people who know you. C'mon, we're practically strangers." She persisted. He averted look and sighed which meant a big no, apparently. Something must have overtaken him causing the photo to slip his fingers. Thankfully, she was fast enough to catch their valuable keepsake! She turned about to spit fire at him for his carelessness but his obsidian pair of eyes paralyze her body. They bore pain so intense, it lures her into taking half of it to alleviate his suffering...