Those Innocent Eyes Novels & Stories

Victor's Pov I watched as she stood before me, her eyes glistening with anticipation. The dim lighting of the room cast a seductive glow over her figure, emphasizing her delicate features and the innocence that radiated from her. I couldn't help but admire the way her long lashes brushed against her cheeks, framing those innocent eyes that held a mix of vulnerability and trust. "Get on your knees," I said, my voice laced with authority. She nodded her head, her obedience evident as she slowly lowered herself down. Her innocent eyes met mine, a mix of vulnerability and trust swirling within them. I couldn't help but feel a surge of power as she willingly submit

But I see the fear shining in her innocent blue eyes. Innocent. All of her is innocent. I don’t believe her to be a virgin. A woman as tantalizing and beautiful like her would not be in her early thirties and still be a virgin. But still. There is something about her. The will to see beauty and good in all things around her. That has to be it. Too bad there is nothing good in me.

❝And one more thing: this girl is too innocent for the dirty thoughts in your brain,❞ he added. He was right; this girl is too innocent based on the fact that she will make money in his eyes.This is the first time that Daem has seen the eyes of a girl so pure and innocent in this kind of place; she's so different from all the girls here in the bar. It was like a pearl that he wanted to touch, but he would not like it to be scratched. It's obvious that it shouldn't be in this kind of place based on its actions.

I can feel my tears rolling down my cheeks. I don’t like this. Stop it, please. "I'm not crazy! Stop this, please! No, I'm not crazy! Just please, stop!" "Hey! Stop that! Heavenly, listen to me!" The stranger successfully reached me and he held both of my hands before he forced me to look at him. There, I saw his peculiar eyes again. Like it’s calling me... I can see a whole new world inside those pair of eyes. "Hey, calm down. Please."

Eros immediately acted on instinct, moving with the speed of light towards her, I wrapped my left arm around her waist, turning to the side, I shot my right arm out, the burning liquid coming down on me as I covered her with myself. The hot liquid was searing, but my attention wasn't on the pain, it was somewhere else —it was on her. And gently, her gaze raised to meet mine, a pair of bright green eyes like the oceans depth, staring into mine. Her eyes were so soft, the innocence embedded in them could cleanse anyone from their sins. My sins—it would cleanse it and make me pure. And her lips parted. Innocent and naturally pouty, calling for mine. This innocence.

Marcus stared at me immediately. There were flashes of shock, fear, and uneasiness in his eyes. I forced out a smile. "You know what I'm like. I've never lied to you. Besides, I don't know how to act. After all, you of all people know how tiring it is to put up an act, right?" Marcus didn't doubt me at all. He believed every word I said, just like how I once believed he'd remain loyal to me forever.

Matt's sad voice sent a cold sting out of the blue. Ella heard him apologize, she felt a pang of guilt. He was innocent, she should be thanking him. She slowly opened her eyes, but it seemed like she was going to faint again. This man was looking at her with a pair of sad, beautiful eyes. The man looked so beautiful. Ella felt that "handsome" wasn't enough to describe him, so she said "beautiful." His sad eyes were so lovely. His nose and lips were perfect. His gentle face was framed by long eyelashes and perfectly shaped eyebrows.

He retreats from the intimacy of her gaze, from the terrifying openness in her eyes, and seeks the oblivion of flesh. He pulls out of her with a wet, sucking sound that seems obscenely loud in the quiet room. The sudden emptiness inside Sahara is a cold shock, a hollow ache that instantly replaces the fullness, but she doesn't have time to mourn the loss of his warmth. His hands clamp onto her shoulders, fingers biting deep into the skin, and with a grunt of exertion, he flips her. The world tilts. She lands hard on her stomach, the breath driven from her lungs by the impact against the mattress.

She read it. Once. Twice. The room very quiet. When she looked up her eyes were different. He was watching her face. “You’re showing me in advance,” she said softly. “I give you time,” he said. “That’s what I do.” She held the paper. “It’s—” she started. “Honest,” he said. “I hope.” “Yes,” she said. “It’s honest.” “Is it right?” he said. She held his gaze. “It’s exactly right,” she said.

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.