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"When you see the vision, focus on one particular point. It can be an item, a flame, a plane, just one point in the image. Then try to slow down the image, as if your mind is pressing pause. It will help you figure out more details faster." His voice was calm and soothing as he spoke to her. She could feel the vision coming back and she nodded, closing her eyes in anticipation. She closed her eyes and she focused. The heat and flames flashed through her mind once more. She watched as the chairs were decimated into a million pieces and she saw a piece of the seatbelt clasp fly off to the left of the image. She focused on that seatbelt clasp, zooming in as much as she could as she willed the i

she murmured in a low voice, eyes still on her dead opponent. Elise’s blue third eye looked innocently at the witch priestess. As time progressed, the eye blinked. She saw her grandmother in her mind’s eye and wondered why she saw her right in that moment. Her face was young like in the painting hung on the wall of their house. She was looking at the teen with a smiling face.

In between those lovely eyelashes was a black dot that gave her appearance an extra bit of charm – as if she even needed it. Her nose and lips were just as masterfully made as her eyes. Each of them looked like beautiful art pieces that were carved by the hard work and combined effort of several maestros. And they drew in anyone who gazed upon them. “Let’s see what is in here,” those beautiful red lips parted as that sweet voice entered Ivor’s ears. His eyes lost their focus, and his Master easily invaded his mind. Her eyes flashed with a faint black glow and she gazed into Ivor’s eyes for about a dozen seconds. Finally the black glow in her eyes faded, and she let go of Ivor’s fat chin gent

I kept on squinting his footsteps on the glass like clean floor and closed my eyes when he was about a metre away from me. I felt some large fingers, gripping on my chin gently and lifting my head towards me. As I was thinking, all sorts of things and my mind was filled with all sorts of things about him, I didn’t wanted to show my eyes to him.He can read my mind, you know. “ Open your eyes. Why are you closing them ?” his thunder like voice was echoed in the whole alley. I slowly opened my eyes. First, quarter half and then, half and then, slowly I opened it full, till I enlarged them, seeing him so close to myself, our body with just some centimetres of distance.

A stubborn woman like me wouldn’t just give up without taking the risk of doing what I truly wanted. "Are you sure about what you're saying?" he asked, his eyes locked on mine as if he was trying to read my mind through my eyes. He wasn't a normal human being; he could read someone's thoughts by looking into their eyes, and I tried my best to make sure he couldn't get a clue of what was going on in my head.

I glance sideways at Lin who was well into the last quarter of his piece, sucking the thin bones that toothpicks and tossing them into the dead fire. I focus on my own, willing my mind to conjure thoughts of roasted chicken or a bowl of millet porridge filled past the lip, liquid quivering high within a taut skin, and as I bite into another tough piece of meat, I contemplate with a voluptuous, anxious dreaminess of how I might take the first spoonful without losing a drop. Once I overheard a servant say that the mind is a powerful thing and if you’re desperate enough, it can bend to your will.

He looked at her eyes closely while she blinked in surprise. ‘What are you doing?’ ivory asked in surprise. ‘Checking something’ he replied looking at her eyes a little too intensely. Ivory stared at him weirdly ‘and what are you checking?’ ‘haven’t you heard the expression that the eyes are like a mirror to your soul…ivory you are not telling all of us something, what phase are you’ he questions. Ivory removed his hands from her arm, frowning she says ‘and why should I tell you that’?

Lucy and I used this factor to our advantage to escalate the magnitude of Marcus' relationship with Sylvia. Soon, a video clip became viral on the Internet. It recorded the day when I walked into Marcus and Sylvia being lovey-dovey in the ward. In fact, the video captured Marcus' coldness toward me, Sylvia's smug smile as the mistress, and my fragile visage very clearly.

And now, it was waking up. A crack appeared in the sky. Not gold. Not silver. Black. Pure black. The darkness split reality open. Everyone stepped back instinctively. Because something was looking through. A single eye. Massive. Ancient. Impossible. Larger than entire worlds. The eye stared into existence. Watching. Studying. Remembering. Nova's heart stopped. Not literally. But close enough. Because the moment she saw that eye, every memory inside her reacted. Every soul. Every possibility.

I couldn't touch my eyelids, weighed down by my wet eyelashes, I froze. My mind was in turmoil; Thoughts posing as more than one buffoon were tugging their fangs through my deepest wounds and into my soul. I closed my eyes softly, my mind reaching into the deep emptiness of silence. I carefully opened my eyes as I heard the sound of my own breathing breaking through the scream of silence. My heart stuttered as if fed up with the endless adrenaline. My sea-colored eyes widened under the influence of fear, my lips parted in disbelief, and a fiery narrow tree was built in the corner of his mind.