Those Innocent Eyes Novels & Stories

that innocent answer from her made him laugh again. “What’s your name?” “Hazel.” “Hm, just like your eyes,” he admired them from the bottom of his heart, further adding, “so Hazel, you got me wondering when you said you couldn’t! I mean, just look at you! Not just one man, you can have every fucking man on his knees for you.” Her widened eyes stared at him. She was dumbfounded. The man was blunt. “And… and your face reminds me of someone. Someone I admired so much, adored like my favourite.”

It didn’t take long for me to realize that she was trapped in this moment. I rushed to her side, dropping to my knees beside her, gently turning her face toward mine. Her eyes were hollow, drained of life as if her soul had been ripped away. She looked through me, not at me, her lips barely moving as she whispered, “I killed an innocent baby…”

“Back to the deal, I won’t go after them, and you hand over the item. You did say you are protecting me, wouldn’t all of that go to waste if you don’t hand it over?” He holds the eye contact, brown eyes churning with emotions that choke me. Breathless, heat stiring in between my legs, crawling up my spine and neck, I take a step back from his intense eyes. “You have the prettiest eyes in existence, one look at them, so wide, so innocent, so large, gets me so fucking hard.” he murmurs crossing his legs, eyes on mine, voice so low it might have come out from the depths of him.

“Yes, especially his eyes. There’s something about them.” I glanced down at Liam, really looking at him this time. His wide, innocent eyes locked onto mine, and for a moment, I felt the world tilt. Could it be? No. That was impossible. Wasn’t it?

And I hated that it hurt me. "What's in that small head of yours, sugar?" Nico’s voice pulled me back to reality. I felt the soft brush of his lips on my head, the scent of his cologne flooding me instantly woodsy, clean, dangerously comforting. He leaned in and stared into my eyes, his thumb brushing my cheek with that look his look like I was the most precious thing he ever touched. Lord, I loved his eyes. Grey with flecks of steel when he was angry, soft smoke when he was calm.

Damon quizzes “Why not? It was my time to put my stamp on the world beyond my house and I wanted to be notice so for most of the time outside of home I had 2 different coloured eyes! And I thought it looked amazing!” I giggled “Your already have the most beautiful eyes” Damon said as he cupped my face to kiss me “I know it sounds dumb now but back then I thought it was cool, once my family died I couldn’t keep using them, the crying made them hurt my eyes!” My tone went to sadness and my eyes filled with tears

Her deep, dark eyes looked watery, and she seemed like an innocent person. "Jack!"

She looked so pale, with dry lips, dull eyes, yet in those eyes was fire, sharp and hot. “ Have you come to mock me? Your majesty?” Her mouth moved before her brain. Her lashes fluttered as he watched his eyes turned darker. He took a step closer causing her breath to stutter. “ Mock? Have you got anything to be mocked about? Too worthless for my time of mockery.” She swallowed. ‘ Why is his mouth full of such bad and hurtful words. Is he an enemy with good words?’ she said in her mind, looking away from him briefly. “ You said you would prove your will to live.”

But not a lot. I go over to the restroom to wash my face. I need some shock. Stepping in front of the sink, my reflection glares back at me. I've been sleeping enough, but my eyes look red. And my skin is pale. I look like a sad dog. My ochre eyes like dirty dishwater. Leaving the locker rooms, I walk to the bleachers. More kids have shown up, and I see that Dane, Pike, and Jack have moved to stand near where we gather when Mr. Hilliard makes us.

“You, beast! I’m taking everything I own from now on. Do you understand?” Sean just stared at me without saying a single word. Glints of pain flickered in his eyes, but I was already numb to his fake intentions. Note: unedited