Story Of Eyes Novels & Stories

Atlas said with glassy eyes. I nodded, racing through the flowers and dragging him along, eyes wide in awe as the vast estate filled with flowers. I traced all the flowers, my fingers shaking as if they would vanish and this could all be a dream. I knew my life was a nightmare and I hoped Atlas would stick with me, but it became a fairytale and he was in it. MY prince charming was in this fairytale. “Oh, no,no,no,” Atlas said, wiping my tears. “If you start crying now, your tears will be dried up before my second surprise”

He set his champagne flute on the round table and asked, "What reasons do you think a man has for approaching a lady?" Natalie pursed her lips, her gaze turning frosty. "I doubt you're after my eyes." Aaron's expression hardened, but only for a second. He feigned nonchalance. "You sure know how to crack a joke, Ms. Sutton." She put up her hands as if to dismiss such credit, saying wryly, "You think I'm joking, Mr. Jespier, but it's a true story. My ex-husband only got close to me because he wanted my eyes. He stole my corneas and gave them to his beloved."

Five years ago, my father's company went bankrupt. Debt collectors threw me off the third floor to pressure my father into paying, but my eyes hit the stone below, and my right eyeball was forcibly removed. My father paid off the debt and used the last of our money to give me a prosthetic eye. I had never told anyone about this, so no one knew one of my eyes was fake. It was not until the day when I recalled how Snowie could hear my thoughts that I realized something was not right.

A diary mostly contained beautiful memoirs of life that anyone would want to keep until death. Esmeralda's diary is a confession or story about how unhappy and abused she was as a teen. And the revelation was fatal for Leonardo, as his father was one of the characters in Esmeralda's story. "Pursue the readings," he said, his voice rising into an eager, angry tone. What did my father do to her? "

But she looked too much shocked and in her own world that she did not said anything. I stand there in front of her, taking it as an opportunity to look at her, to observe her. To make up for the past few months when I did not get to look into those beautiful eyes. I watch her like my entire life depends on how much I manage to take her appearance in. I look into her eyes and think about all the other eyes that exists in the world just for the sake of existing, while hers? They live. Her eyes live their own life, they convey a completely new story, ome different than the one that she uses her lips to describe.

My eyes momentarily shifted to a group of vultures circling a tall tree, their calls filling the air. Curiosity piqued, the lady confessed, "I have never seen one before." There was a hint of longing in her voice, a desire to explore beyond the confines of our jungle surroundings. "Heretic never allows us to leave this jungle," she added, her tone tinged with a mixture of frustration and resignation. "Why?" I inquired, eager to uncover the reasons behind our confinement. However, before I could receive an answer, Heretic returned, a black nylon bag in hand. The lady swiftly stood up, a hint of apprehension in her movements.

Greg, his own eyes reflecting a storm of emotions, met Nora's gaze across the space. "What a story," Angelina finally broke the spell, her voice filling the room like a warm wave. But the words, while meant to acknowledge the depth of Greg's revelation, felt hollow in the charged air. The story, once a carefully crafted narrative, now lay bare, its raw edges exposed for all to see.

Rayline. "When I first met your mother, she asked me to tell her if your eyes ever turned into magenta." I started to tell him the story as I could feel his body tighten against mine. "I forgot she ever asked me to do that, so before she died, I told her that your eyes had done it even very often. And she smiled, and the last thing she told me was that it meant you loved me." Then I paused and gazed into his eyes. "Is that true?"

As I stared at those eyes again, I realized how those amusing eyes could captivate me in just a blink of an eye. The driver drove me home. I chose not to look back at Sean who watched us left. As soon as I came back home, my knees just folded in so much weakness. The tears that I have been refraining from dropping earlier began to pour out of my eyes. I started to cry in silence while my head was so miserable and my chest was too torn.

Nothing could ever fill the void of a whole pack. Nothing. My eyes shut and tears streamed. In the darkness of my eyes, I saw their eyes. The whole pack in the night. How we illuminated the night with our golden eyes that shined like the Sun. An ocean of a thousand eyes, all looking at me. All of them grew dim, one by one until a single pair remained. They glowed brighter and brighter. "Run!" her voice screeched and my eyes shot open. I shuddered up, eating up all the air I could.