Sung Jin Woo Eyes Novels & Stories

"So that's why you're so desperate to divorce me. It's because of him." I turned to see Hugo, who was leaning against the wall. He was watching the drama play out like it was his personal entertainment. He chuckled. "Are you divorcing this piece of trash because I'm back, Ava?" Simon ground his teeth and glared at him. "Who are you calling trash?" Hugo's smile was brilliant, like warm sunshine. "Ava is a treasure, and I'm a top model in the fashion world. Who else could the trash be? If we have to give it a name, it'd be Simon Jensen."

I will prove to Eula that I'm more than just a rebellious teenager and I will make sure to win! I headed to the theatre room. The two contenders were already lined up. I sighed and nervously walked in their direction. None of us has an idea of what is going to happen. Our fates in this game depend on the emotion detector. I stiffened when I felt something stuck the back of my neck. I tilted my head and flinched when I felt it stung. But a few seconds later, block dots started invading my vision, and before I even knew it, I passed out.

However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.

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...

He plead I looked him in his eyes and pulled his heart all the way out. He looked at his heart in my hands in shock. But his eyes went lifeless when someone shot him between his eyes. I looked around to see Sam holding the gun. I smiled at him proudly. I looked at Kevin who was looking behind me, I scrunched my eyebrows and turned back. The heart fell from my hand when I saw who the person was. My girl stood there. "Zoe" I whisper. The love of my life, in wedding dress stood in front of me.

"Hey are you okay?" I know I don't make conversation with people so you'd be wondering how I can tell but believe me when I tell you I would recognize that voice anywhere. It's him. . Looking up, I see the face of my long time crush, Kevin Kingsley. He's wearing a black joggers and a plain white shirt that seems to go too well with his skin tone. This should be illegal. His hair which is a natural light blonde appears as if Its brown because of the wetness so I assume he just had a shower after football practice.

Yet, defying her own will, she could only utter his name in a soft, trembling whisper. Gye-yeong’s hand slowly shifted toward her eyes. Soon, his large palm covered her cheek entirely, cradling her face as if to possess it. A wave of intense heat spread across Hyeon-sin's face like a physical jolt. "Your eyes are as beautiful as the sun." Hyeon-sin had never paid much attention to the color of her own eyes, but at this very moment, she felt a desperate urge to find a mirror and look at herself.

Grabbing her car keys, she sped towards the hospital, the urgency thrumming through her veins like a relentless pulse. There, in the starkly white waiting room, sat Sebastian's father, Vettel, his face etched with a grief Nora mirrored in her own heart. Beside him, Kimora, her hair a crown of dishevelled blonde, dissolved into tears the moment she saw Nora. It was a raw, primal cry, the sound of a mother clinging to the last thread of hope. Nora rushed to Kimora, wrapping her arms around her trembling body. Tears welled in her own eyes, blurring the scene into a watercolour of sorrow. Words felt inadequate, so she held Kimora close, absorbing her pain into the silent language of empathy.

"Wow. How old are you?" "I'm eighteen." I replied. "I should have known." He murmured, and I turned on the horse to look at him. "What do you mean, you should have known?" I asked. He looked down at me, and our eyes met. Our eyes had met several times in this very long night, but this time it was stronger, more synergic than other times. His electric blue eyes seemed to capture my stormy grey ones and hold on to it, and I could feel myself almost melting in his gaze.

Soon-Ja opens her eyes and glances everywhere to identify the place. She tries to get up to the bed but fails as she feels the sharp pain in her head. She holds her head and screams. “Aghhhhh.” Suddenly, the door wide open and Eun-Hee with Dr. Haneul enters the room.