The Golden Eyes Netflix Novels & Stories

Three years into my marriage to Vivian Rhodes, I've suffered three separate accidents. In the first year, my art studio mysteriously catches fire, and a falling easel crushes both of my hands. In the second year, I am involved in a car accident that damages my reproductive system, leaving me infertile. In the third year, I am attacked and suffer a severe head injury. When I wake up, I develop serious vision problems. The doctor tells me that my corneas are severely damaged and infected. To save my life, they have to remove one of my eyes. Devastated, I chase the doctors and nurses out of my room and flee from the hospital. But then I overhear my wife talking to her best friend, H

Lyralei demanded, wishing desperately for a mirror so she could see what they were seeing. "They're glowing," the golden haired one said, studying her like she was some kind of experiment he wanted to dissect. "Gold. Your eyes are gold." Lyralei felt panic spike through her confusion, sharp and cold. "What? Why in the Moon Goddess's name are my eyes gold?”

She seemed bothered by my question. “You’re unfriendly,” I explained to her as I stared at her. I wanted to ask if she was sick or something, although the color of her eyes did not really bother me much. It was like staring at an optical illusion, a hypnotic circle that you could not just stay away from. Izobel has golden yellow eyes, one of the rarest, and usually, the color symbolizes happiness and optimism, but why does she hide them? “Why are your eyes golden yellow?” I asked when she didn’t talk again.

“If you ask them about it, you will have to tell them about seeing me. If you do that, I swear they will pack everything up and move. Meaning you will not see me for a while.” As he finished speaking, I noticed his eyes had gone bright red and you didn't hear the owls anymore. “I’ve always trusted you more than my parents so why would I ask them, since you have already said they have been lying to me.” When I looked away from Marcus, I noticed there were about 7 pairs of vibrant colored eyes surrounding us. Slowly another set appeared but were purple with gold specks.

Psychopathically dark. When he cornered her to his car side, telling her to behave as he’d wanted to meet with some acquaintances, he offed his black Gucci glasses and she decided eyes as dark as his glasses would fit him more than his sky blue ones. Those eyes were too good for him, she thought, it would look better in somebody normal. She saw Luna approach, decided to act like she saw nothing, staring into emptiness. "Hey." Luna sighed, resting her back on the car.

“Your—your eyes.” I turn to see Gabriel back into his non-threatening form as well. “My dear, what happened?” Dammit, Olivia, Eugene barks into my mind link Your eyes. What about them? One of them is gold, like the Queen Luna’s wolf. The other—it’s purple. Herold sobs now, “it’s just like Olivia’s.”

She didn’t think it would make a difference having the curtain open completely on one side or if it just so happened to be a small little gap. As she glanced out of the window something caught her attention, it was a pair of large red eyes watching up at the window directly at her. ‘How can they see me’ I thought to myself. ‘Maybe I’m just really tired and imaging that these eyes are looking directly at me’ trying to reassure myself as I was a little freaked out. After what seemed to be hours of just staring out of the window at these eyes, they disappeared into the darkness. ‘Finally, they’ve gone, I wonder who it was? Why were they looking directly at me? How long have they been watching m

I wonder whether this is how I will live my life, jumbled without a true piece and then, I think of a pair of mysterious golden eyes, the one that shimmered at me in confidence. The one that’s not afraid to say what she thinks, I don’t know if I should feel scared or glad, I see something in those eyes: One that’s not ready to quit, and I know she won’t rest until she gets what she wants.

To be honest, my libido went up, causing irregular pulses in several parts of my body. We arrived at a room. A woman with horns and red eyes flashed, intercepted. "A new girl again?" She asked. "She's not a prisoner for you to take her soul," Kevin argued without answering the horned woman's question. "So she's not my meal candidate?" I started to get goosebumps. Meal candidate? So the horned girl was going to eat me and Jack brought me here on purpose to... “Jack… who is that woman?” I whispered. “She is… she is… my wife….”

"I'll be praying for your quick recovery, Leonardo." "The doctor is optimistic about this operation, Angela," Leonardo said, laughing. "The eyes are ideal for me. And he needed it completed as soon as possible. And I just called to tell you this." He took a breather. "Wait for my call after the operation. I want you to be here the day I open my eyes after the operation. Angela, I want to see your face. I've been waiting for that day for a long time. Please remain there and be cautious. "