The Eye Doesn't Lie Novels & Stories

I smiled weakly and gave him a little white lie because he wouldn't want to know the truth, "Fine, and you?" "You're lying again," he called me out. I glared at him with irritation, "And how do you know I'm lying?" "I just do," he signed almost aggressively, "your eyes tell me the truth." I cast my gaze down—I always hated my eyes because of their common, dark color.

"I'm sure of what I saw. I can't be mistaken. Actually, the second time we met, I saw your eyes glowed. Earlier, I saw it darkened. I didn't even blink and I'm certain I wasn't hallucinating—" "You are certain?" He smirked without any humor. "How could a human's eyes glow or darken just like what you're insisting? It's impossible, Everleigh." "But I know what I saw, Carter." "So what do you want to prove? That my eyes crossed the law of science? And then what?" he asked darkly. There is no glimpse of gentleness in his orbs. Only a trace of ruthlessness and unraveled mistery. It shook my faith. "What are you trying to imply? That I'm lying? I know what I saw. Are you saying that my own eyes f

He cup my chin arching my head up so I can see his face. My green eyes meet another shade of blue. I have never before met someone who's eyes are so filled with emotions. What's that they say... Your eyes are the windows to your soul right. "Sometimes." I shrug. What else am I to say. If I say no he will detect that I am not being truthful. I am a bad liar. On the other hand I can't tell him that I am scared. He will have a field day ordering me around like he already does. Maybe even worse.

Our voices are whispers because the other person's in the room are not meant to be involved in this discussion. My eyes never leave his. “There's nothing wrong Dad”. My eyes are starting to get misty and my voice is a little high-pitched. A clear indication that I am lying to him. I might be an expert at lying but whenever I lie to this man, I cannot keep it all together. It's like he can see through all the lies. He can see the real me underneath this mountain of falsehood.

He could tell it wasn’t wise, that meant he wanted to preserve his life. He stared at my eyes, a horrified gasp leaving his mouth as he trembled, standing. I said nothing, walking away, hearing him trail behind me. I could show anyone anything that was true once they looked into my eyes; their lives, their secrets, their truths. My eyes could not lie, its very existence was created to mirror truth. So I showed him exactly that. Once we were outside, he bent his head, “How come all that is yours? All that power?” I didn’t respond. “Doesn’t it haunt you?”

But even still he doubted it was enough. “No reason to lie…?” Esme reiterated, her eyes still on his own. It was probably the longest she had ever looked anyone in the eyes, but she just wanted to be sure. They say when a person is lying, it will be evident in their eyes. That was what she was doing. But no matter how long she looked, all she could see was his trust and evident affection.

Myron got up and walked towards the door to leave. But Stella quickly got up and grabbed Mr. Myron's wrist. She said, "I believe you. Your eyes look sincere. And you said it without hesitation, looking Marvin and me in the eyes. So I believe you." Mr. Myron frowned. "So you believe me just by looking into my eyes?" Stella nodded. "My father once said that to tell if someone is lying, look into their eyes. Liars usually look away and don't dare to make eye contact, and they often look tense and nervous. And earlier, I didn't see any lies in your eyes."

"You don't blink when you are lying." To prove him wrong, I blink morosely like a doll. "I don't tell lies," I start and avoid his gaze to stop my eyes from betraying me a second time. He is right but he doesn't have to know that. "People stop blinking when they are under duress and it doesn't mean they are lying. They can be doing it out of so many things, like tiredness and... and stress-"

Her eyes flicked up and down my face now, giving me some kind of appraisal. “What?” “You say that you can tell if I am lying, right? Can you also tell if I am not lying? Cuz there’s not a lot more of the story, but it’s… I don’t know, I don’t want you to think I am still keeping something secret. I promise I’ll tell you. I just… either I remember it wrong, or the things they said I just don’t understand. It doesn’t really make sense, but it’s all I know, I swear.”

I turned my face away from his hold, the high from my orgasm passing too quickly. I cleared my throat, looking away from him and adjusting my panties. It was sticky and so uncomfortable. “Why do you think it’s a who? I tripped.” He stared at me for a few seconds before he looked back at my forehead. “You’re lying.” “And why would you think that?” “Because you can never look someone in the eye when you’re lying.” I glanced at him before I looked at the space beside his head. “You don't know me.”