The Secret Is In Their Eyes Novels & Stories

"Huh? But... you're blind. How can you see everything like you claimed?" Eamon's smile widened, and he leaned in slightly. "Let me tell you a secret then, Ms Heather," he said, removing his dark lenses to reveal a set of green eyes. Heather's breath hitched as she saw what appeared to be living yellow cells moving within them. It was both mesmerizing and terrifying. "You have a fading tattoo 'A & H' on your left waist and a tiny black dotty mole underneath your right breast," Eamon said, his voice low and intimate.

After a moment, he let go of his lips from her. “You look stunning, my love,“ she said to him, her eyes full of admiration. He laughed and blushed. “You know, I feel lucky to have you in my life." His voice was soft and tender. She looked into his eyes. His eyes were the color of the sea on a stormy day. Deep and mysterious. Those eyes seemed to hold a thousand secrets. She felt herself getting lost in them, and for a moment, the world around them faded away. It was just the two of them. Their eyes locked, and their hearts beat in unison.

His eyes held mine with an intensity that made my heart skip a beat. “You have the most incredible eyes,” he murmured, his voice a husky whisper. “Like pools of deepest emeralds.” I felt my cheeks flush. “You...you have very nice glasses,” I stammered, desperately trying to regain my composure. He leaned closer, his lips hovering tantalizingly close to mine. “Can I tell you a secret?” The world seemed to shrink, our conversation fading into background noise. All I could focus on was the warmth of his breath against my skin and the promise of something forbidden yet thrilling.

But now that the two of us are gone and my trust in him is so shattered I don’t know how I’m going to deal with him the next day. "Eyes. Eyes are the first thing I look at a person. Our mouths can lie but not our eyes. I know at first glance what a person is thinking. I also know if they are keeping a secret. But You know, that was one of my mistakes. Because the very person closest to me I didn't read right away at first glance. So here, here I am now. I'm next to you and crying like crazy, "I replied while there were tears dripping down the side of my eyes.

“Just look at her.” I shoot him a glare, but I take the file. As I flip it open, an up close photo inside is all it takes. Just one picture slows time. She has long, dark hair that framed her face, but it is her eyes that got me, hazel, deep and unreadable. There is something hidden in them, something that held years of secret that did to be found. Pain maybe. And that soft smile she wears? Don't fool me. I remember those lips too well.

Sheila smiled and said, "I agree. That perverted fatso is more likely to offend her. He can't even be bothered to hide his lecherous gaze whenever he sees a woman, and it's almost like he's already drooling from his mouth." Megan covered her mouth and said with a smile, "Ugh, don't even get me started on that creep. His gaze is so off-putting, and his eyes always seem to have this glow when he sees a woman." A sudden thought then occurred to Megan and she said to Severin, "I heard from Diane that you have a secret technique that allows you to see other people's attainment. It's called Mind's Eye where you need to activate your third eye or something like that?"

She closed her eyes. Chapter 29✔️

She looked at me, and I saw the threat in her eyes. My heart dropped to my stomach. No. Please no. "Just having a chat with Aisha here," Rhea said loudly, too loudly. "Did you know she has the most interesting secrets?" The girls perked up immediately. They looked curious. "Secrets? What kind of secrets?"

“When you showed me Manumit, you said I was finding out another of your secrets.” “Mhm.” he hummed, his eyes on the screen, my eyes return to the screen, the woman on the screen was crying, it was obvious she used eye drops. My mind worked up different ways I could have made the scene more natural. “What are your other secrets?” He stiffened beside me, I had meant that as a harmless question, but seeing him stiffen like that, I look away from the crying lady, to stare at him. His eyes remain on the screen, his expression neutral, but from hours of staring at him, he seemed to be fighting himself.

The thought of anyone doing harm to her made me lose control. " Answer me, Mister Tomas, and then I may allow you to leave here." Leaning closer in my chair, I looked him in the eyes. The eyes are the windows to the soul. I can read people's eyes and I know what emotion they are expressing or hiding and what secrets lie there. I needed to know this asshole's secrets.