Novel & Cerita The Novel Eye

’ system ‘Eye’ secretly curses his Host as he reminded this host who was the most numb to some pain that was being inflicted on him, unconsciously or consciously, intentionally or unintentionally. ‘Host! The rain is strange, you should buy some of the jackets and umbrellas in the store to give it to your nephew and also put it on yourself” system ‘Eye’ did not forget on exhorting his Host at the same time when he said those words, out of pure concern for the host nephew and on him. Gabriel lifted up his eyes and slightly swept a glance at system ‘Eye’ who was silently exhorting his Host.

Her soft and pink lips trembled as tears leaked out of her closed eyes. Her eyelashes were long and made her green eyes look breathtakingly beautiful. Now that her eyes were snapped closed, Andreas had the urge to see them again. Those were definitely the most gorgeous green color he had ever seen. It was weird, how he felt something for this little sacrificial lamb of his. She was just a child and yet she was evoking foreign emotions in him. He had never felt this way, before. As soon as he realized what he was here for, he gritted his teeth and pushed his gun against her set skin, brushing it and almost breaking it. He was quick to snap out of his thoughts.

My body was an amalgam of all the rot, all the putrefaction of the world, and yet my heart was human and mortal. I opened my eyes again, finding myself shining in that golden and perpetual tone as I glimpsed myself in the blue-violet irises of Miguel's eyes. I knew that Anne and Zylah could not see me shining, because they had no supernatural eyes, but they certainly noticed the magenta flames that gently scorched my eyes and must have felt something strange in the

"The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. The sparkle in your eyes fascinates me. They are hazel. The way your eyes grow big when you don't do anything wrong and be innocent. That's what differentiates you from others. They are beautiful. Your eyes have the power of showing the reflection of the world. I... I feel your eyes are the purest things in this world. They just can't lie. They are like an open book. Anyone can read you through them and that's what makes me afraid. I want to be the only person to read your eyes. I don't want anyone to even look into your eyes.

Up close, I could see better how beautiful the blue combined with honey of his left eye was, and how clear the honey color of his right eye was. Mason tilted his head. “Do you like my eyes?” I looked away. “No, they're just…” fascinating, different. “Different...” Mason said the word slowly as if evaluating something. Looking down, I could see the book resting on his lap: 100 Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez. A classic, huh? Mason lifted the book slightly. “I told you I liked to read.” "I didn't think you were telling the truth." He raised an eyebrow. "Have I ever lied to you?"

I smile down at him but it disappears with the realization that he can't see it. "Y-yeah, maybe." But a slight smile graces Nathaniel's lips. He tilts his face up to where mine is, but just a little off-center. When he does this I nearly drop my books. His face is thin but his jaw is squared. The glasses he wore are in fact not sunglasses, but framed glasses whose lenses adjust to the lighting. And right now, they are clear and show off golden brown eyes. His eyes look different though, as if a lunar eclipse overlapped the sun, haunted, as in ghostly around the pupils.

He looks over her shoulder as she zooms in on the picture to see her eyes. Her eyes which normally are a vibrant dark-green with an orange centre which glows and flickers gently, had inverted. The green being in the centre, and the orange taking up more of her iris on the outside. The flickering was more pronounced, more obvious, but just as wonderous to watch. “Huh, they are pretty.” Eliza hums, “I like my eyes normally, but these are something else.” Ash strokes her cheek,

A small window. Beat it from inside. And slowly there was something behind it. Not a face. An eye. A single eye looked through the glass. Mara cried and almost dropped the box. Jonas caught her last moment. The boat was very dangerous. Elias cursed and held on the edge. John grabbed Mara. “Don’t look!” But it was too late. Mara had seen it. And at the moment when her eyes hit the eye, the pain exploded through her Head. Not memory.

I slowly opened my eyes. I was back at the haunted mansion. I was laying on the bed. My eyes fell to three people. Nurse Cathy who was standing and holding a- an eye?! My eyes went wide. The eye in Nurse Cathy's hand was more terrifying than the burned man beside her. The eye was looking at me and placed closer to me. It has veins and it looked real. Sir Reynold waved his burned hand at me. Some of his ashes fell down. "How are you doing, Kelly?" The burned man asked.

"Then you must accept the Outlaw’s Burden. You are no longer protected by the 'Plot.' Anything can happen to you now. There are no guaranteed endings." Mina looked up at the giant eye. She wasn't afraid. She reached out and touched the frozen snout of the nearest Hound. "If the ending isn't guaranteed," Mina said, her voice sounding like a Queen’s, "then we get to write it ourselves, don't we?" The Eye blinked. The red line through our names flickered. "A bold claim for a variable," the Eye replied. The "Perspective" vanished. The world slammed back into motion. But the Hounds didn't attack. They sat back on their paper haunches, their red eyes turning a curious, ink blue.