Strike Eyes Novels & Stories

The kind that says I see you and I am glad and this is everything and I will not make it weird. When she pulls back her eyes are doing something. "Do not," I say. "I am not doing anything," she says. "Your eyes are doing something," I say. "They are fine," she says, blinking rapidly. "Completely fine. Dust." "Hackney dust." "Notorious for it," she says.

I didn't have to do much with my lips. Eyes speak. Eyes never lie. Yes, the tongue could be sharp as a razor, but eyes as a diamond edge. She shook, tears glimmering in her eyes as she blinked multiple times to get rid of the tears and tear her gaze away from mine, but she couldn't. She was incapable. She was afraid if she tore her gaze away, her Iris would tear out. She was afraid if she looked away, the diamond edges would cut her sanity. “Fine! I'll do it!" She screamed, squeezing her eyes shut and lowering her head as soon as my gaze softened.

Seeing the Eye was shaken, I send another wave of cherry petals at it, making it unable to have clear views of where it's should launch an attack. "[Fireball] Triple Cast!!…..FIRE!!!…FIRE!!!..FIRE!!!…". (Elias) [Incoming!!..]. (T.A.s) Three consecutive [Fireball] set off flying, bombarding the Eye. The [Fireball] explosions finally show some changes to the Eye of Beholder {Shield of Force} the greenish glass like orb around it, started to crumble away. But as the {Shield of Force} disappeared, instantly I saw a flash of pink beam shot out from the Eye, it was so fast that I was unable to use the petals to brunt the sudden attack, can't move away as it would interrupt Private Goro casting, so

"She's still a Princess, and you have to respect her even if you hate her, because you serve her now!" She made a disgusted sound. "Not like the bitch can hear me anyways," Gods help me. "I wouldn't say that, Emilia," I spoke, before opening my eyes. "If none of you want me to... Do what I do... I suggest that you don't look me in the eye!" Then opened them, trying to get used to the light of the room. The doctor came closer. "Don't worry, kid, I came prepared. I'm using dark glasses. Now look at me, let me see your eyes," he held my chin and I looked up.

He has me lay in the bed, raise my tip to reveal my stomach and he squirted gel on me, “this shouldn’t take long, let just look around and see what we can find!” Damon is staring at the screen just waiting for something to pop up. I see his eyes squinting trying to figure out the screen but he has no clue what he’s looking for. I think he looks super cute but I will know it when I see it.

I awake with a slight headache and sit up, looking around the room. I realize I am alone and stand carefully. I look around the room in search of the bathroom. I decided to try the black door by the balcony first, and internally dance it is. I turn the light on and look in the mirror. My hair is stuck to my face, and my eyes are puffy and red from crying. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

Water droplets from a pipe leak echo in her ears. She closes her eyes. Her body hurts like hell. The pounding pain in her skull seems to go on forever. She can move but is useless because she has been attempting to find the exit but has failed numerous times. She screams every time she hears movement from a distance. She smells her waste and pees. What a fuck. She cries a lot and screams a lot, resulting in a harsh voice from deep within her throat. She's hungry. She can't recall her last meal. The shadow is forgetting about her.

Then Kenny changed. Not completely. Not the dramatic Hollywood version I would have imagined if anyone had asked me to imagine it, which no one ever had because this wasn't something people imagined. It was subtler and more terrifying than that. His eyes changed first — deepening to something amber and luminous that had nothing to do with the warm brown I knew. His frame expanded slightly, shoulders broadening, presence intensifying until he filled the room in a way that had nothing to do with physical size. The air around him hummed.

And also because my eyes would always compare males to my mate. The male, who I assumed was Alpha Riley, was looking at me. His eyes were squinting and I could see his jaw twitching. Why was he looking at me as if I had done something wrong? What did his men tell him? Or was it the bruises on my face? I tried to hide it with a concealer, but I was sure I wasn't successful. But at least the ones in my arms were covered by my long-sleeved blouse. I swallowed hard and dropped my gaze away from him, focusing it on the ground.