Those Innocent Eyes Novels & Stories

The girl's eyes saddened hearing her story but simply nodded and then the door opens. Lia turns her head revealing the same boy with the hard black eyes, piercing into her eyes once again. "Mr.Romano it's nice of you to join us. Though it's rare." Ms.Gowan glares at the boy and the guy didn't keep his eyes off the little girl he saw in front of her.

My mother says Her eyes travel up and she looks at my face, she sighs "I'm sorry..." she says out of know where catching me off guard "What for?" I ask "Everything we wouldn't be in this position if it wasn't for me" she sits down "Mum...I won't hold it against you but you need to start making things right if this family is going to survive" I replied She looks up smiling small "You're going to turn a lot of heads tonight..." She said

More tears rolled down her cheeks as she looked down, making me feel terrible about myself. “I would have proved you innocent anyway,” I stated, and she slowly lifted her lashes. My eyes softened as I saw her gaze fixed on me with an unknown emotion. Her hazel eyes were perfect at conveying her feelings. "Why did you want to prove me innocent?" Her voice came out low, as if she was afraid of my answer, but her eyes remained fixed on me. “I trust you, sunshine, and I can never let you die,” I replied, mesmerized by her hazel eyes. Despite having my blue eyes, hers had the power to draw people in.

My eyes travelled all the way up her body from her toes to her face – fucking perfect. I think my lustful stares were to intense , as she suddenly looked my way. Her eyes latched on to my own. I licked my lips , sending her a message of exactly what I want. Her eyes stir with a hint of mischief and storms with lust and desire. Message received! She bats her eyes at me in acceptance – attempting to look innocent or attempting to look cute , however she horribly failed.

Ogali’. I pushed my glasses up my nose a bit then I sat down silently. ‘Psst!’, I heard from behind me. I didn’t turn of course. ‘Psst!’, I turned slightly and Beck Jameson was staring at me with his hazel eyes. I wasn’t scared of him like everyone else in school because minus the whole bad boy façade he is just a strangled little penguin to me.

She blinked, her eyes clear and bright as she said innocently, “No, I’m just defending my position.” XXX

I had the urge to always glance at myself to look at my body if it was really bad. I passed by an outdoor restaurant and narrowed my eyes as I noticed a man. His eyes were green and from his side view, he looked like Malcolm. But Malcolm is away on a trip. It couldn't be him. Two couples stood up and blocked my view of seeing the man. I looked away for a moment and when I returned my gaze, the man had left.

The only other thing that felt as ridiculous as that to me was when Jordan told me, "Josie needs a pair of eyes. Why won't you help her, Hazel?" "Why do you need my corneas for this? What makes her deserve this?" His expression turned ugly when he saw that I was mad. "She doesn't have friends or family, and she's lost her vision at such a young age. What do you expect her to do?" His tone had softened. "You're not the same as her, Hazel. You have me—I'll be your eyes. I'll hire someone to care for you and never leave you." It was mocking to me how serious he looked. "So, her vision matters, but mine doesn't?"

After my eyes were plucked out, I lay on the operating table with two empty sockets on my face, resembling that of a broken doll. Samuel Sterling felt no guilt. He picked up my eyes to examine them and praised them, saying, "Daeleen was right. These really are a beautiful pair of eyes! I promised you, Daeleen. I will make all your wishes come true." As the anesthesia's effect slowly wore off, I could not help but cry out in pain. Samuel finally turned his attention to me as if blaming me for interrupting his memories of Daeleen.

The kind that says I see you and I am glad and this is everything and I will not make it weird. When she pulls back her eyes are doing something. "Do not," I say. "I am not doing anything," she says. "Your eyes are doing something," I say. "They are fine," she says, blinking rapidly. "Completely fine. Dust." "Hackney dust." "Notorious for it," she says.