Strike Eyes Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

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."

Enchanting silver eyes, long, long eyelashes, as brown as chocolate skin --- In short, an unearthly beauty! "Lovely to see you, too, Iri! Got a sniff of your smell on Care, my guess was right. You've been prying not only on my business but Orion's as well." "Keep your lectures to yourself! You belong to the Damned while I am one with the Blessed so I do not need your permission. You’ve fallen from His grace. You big DISGRACE!” she barked at him.

I think I'm going to stay for just two days at this school. I was about riding off when my eye caught a passenger in the front of the bus. the only passenger there actually. Her head was leaned on the window and her eyes were closed but I could tell she wasn't sleeping cause she kept smiling and scrunching her nose and I could have sworn I saw her pout her lips for a split second. As if she had just kissed somebody. It's like she's day dreaming and In that moment She looked so peaceful like nothing could harm her.

I had never been eaten out with the lights on before, and here we were with bright sunlight pouring through the patio doors. Jason opened his eyes and our gazes locked. The eye contact felt so incredibly erotic that I already felt as turned on as ever.

The humming became louder, pulsing, pounding— A sudden light blazed, the brightness nearly blinding. I covered my eyes, letting them adjust. I blinked, chasing away the blurriness, giving the bright objects their shape. “Moon Tears,” I breathed, staring at the pile of stones in front of me. I extended my hand toward them, and they became brighter.

Letters begin forming in the condensation, slow and detailed, spelling something she can’t coherently make out. Her reflection grins. Fangs. Long, curved, predatory fangs where her canines should be. The shriek tears from her throat before thought can catch up. She stumbles backward, her hip slamming into a side table. When she looks again, the fangs are gone, but her eyes, her eyes are glowing. Amber light pulses where her irises should be, like something demonic is staring back. “No. No, no, no—” Her hand finds a heavy candlestick. She hurls it with everything she has. The mirror explodes, glass raining down in a thousand glittering pieces.

He could never forget her blue hair nor her brown eyes which were staring at right back at him in anger. "Stop staring at me weirdo," Kira said. She hates it when she is being stared at, most especially when it is coming from someone she just met. If not that they were pretending to have been defeated, she would have plucked out his eyes with her bare hands. "I know you," Storm said slowly. His eyes never leave hers. "I easily don't forget faces." "Well good luck with that." "Kill them," Morgan's voice was heard as he closed the distance between them.