Novel & Cerita Story Of Eyes

I have to touch my face. Then, years later, I had the chance to look into her eyes again. They weren’t light, but not too dark either—big, alert, always curious. And strangest of all, watery, because that wicked woman was sensitive about everything. Not that she cried easily, but her eyes revealed how she saw the world. They showed her fears and joys everywhere she went. What magnificent eyes! Like something out of an anime.

The only other thing that felt as ridiculous as that to me was when Jordan told me, "Josie needs a pair of eyes. Why won't you help her, Hazel?" "Why do you need my corneas for this? What makes her deserve this?" His expression turned ugly when he saw that I was mad. "She doesn't have friends or family, and she's lost her vision at such a young age. What do you expect her to do?" His tone had softened. "You're not the same as her, Hazel. You have me—I'll be your eyes. I'll hire someone to care for you and never leave you." It was mocking to me how serious he looked. "So, her vision matters, but mine doesn't?"

I shot my head up and my eyes bore into two cold Obsidian grey eyes, making my stomach plummet. Tbc... Who is it? ;) Any guesses? Please like and comment if you love the story.

She asked, but her voice was frighteningly calm. I gulped. "I got tired of using it, Your Majesty. I want to see the world with my eyes, while I still…" I need to be quiet. "I mean, I want to see everything that I couldn't all those years. I'm tired of being afraid of what I'm going to see, death comes to everybody and there's nothing we can do about it. It's not like I'll cause someone's death with my eyes, I'm just going to see it. Although most people don't seem to understand that, or rather, they don't want to. And that's okay, I don't mind people blaming me for it, not anymore. I just won't stand being accused of something I didn't do, like killing someone especially because I didn't wa

His mother came out, and was pretending to be brave. I could tell, that she had been crying, who would hear such a thing and not cry, she saw tears In my eyes and started blinking her eyes in a bit to send back her own tears, that had started forming bubbles around her eyes, but off course, when the heart is too heavy with heart ache, whatever type, it may not be able to hold itself back, it will pour it all out, through that little passage, which happens to be the eyes.

Wait. Why did he even think about offering his eyes? He was not really a very devout believer of Gods... Had he gone crazy after just seeing her once? ---- Note: Do you want to see the visuals of this story? Follow our Ins-tagramm account: @sagastories.id. By the way, this story is available as a comic/w*****n. Just look for the same title "The Alpha's Replacement Bride" on W e b t o on app.

For her, it was a war she hadn’t survived. Her eyes stayed on the ceiling. Not crying. Not screaming. Just staring — because there was nothing left to do. She couldn't even understand what had happened to her. She was too innocent, too young and inexperienced to all of it. Her eyes were the first thing you’d notice — or would have, once. Wide, gentle things once full of questions and quiet wonder, the kind of eyes that still believed in kindness even after life had shown otherwise. They were the color of baby blue held by the lightest shade of ocean, but now they held no warmth. Only glass. Only distance.

I have never been the angel everyone thinks I am. I have never pretended to be one, I don't know why people think so highly of me. Is it because of my looks? People say I have an innocent and handsome face. I took the silver eyes from my mother. And thanks god, because my father has the most basic brown eyes you can ever see. Those eyes have seen much. Maybe too much. They have shown me pain and happiness, they have shown me naked bodies and pretty faces. They have shown me love and disappointment. They have shown me much.

He made it seem like I could easily rip Sylvia into pieces with just my sight. I only realized I had tears streaking down my face when I felt Marcus' hand on my cheek. "Don't cry, honey. I'm sorry. Please listen to me, okay? It's not what you think…" Marcus kept wiping my tears away in a fit of panic, but he could never stem my tears no matter how much he wiped. In the end, he just pulled me into his arms and began comforting me in soft tones. At the same time, he prevented me from looking at Sylvia.

Seliet nodded and leaving the room closed the doors behind her. I tried to relax, but to my head began to arrive images of what happened the night before, that girl had something that attracted me and more than normal, throughout the night I was dreaming of those unusual eyes, thinking about it, I once read a book of the legend of the chimera wolves which used to have similar eyes, but it was impossible that they still existed.