Those Innocent Eyes Novels & Stories

She looked around for him, spinning her head in every direction but trying to avoid making eye contact with anyone. Suddenly, she felt someone's hand squeeze her butt harshly. Daisy jumped and backed away from the hand, stumbling over the pant legs that had unrolled, before turning around and seeing that it was the prisoner that stared at her as she first arrived into the prison. Sure, everybody was staring but this guy chilled her to her very core. He seemed even more frightening up close with his crooked yellow teeth, yellow-green eyes that looked like pee and the piercings on his face. His tongue came out and liked his lips, lingering on his lip piercing as he leaned forward and eerily sa

For her, it was a war she hadn’t survived. Her eyes stayed on the ceiling. Not crying. Not screaming. Just staring — because there was nothing left to do. She couldn't even understand what had happened to her. She was too innocent, too young and inexperienced to all of it. Her eyes were the first thing you’d notice — or would have, once. Wide, gentle things once full of questions and quiet wonder, the kind of eyes that still believed in kindness even after life had shown otherwise. They were the color of baby blue held by the lightest shade of ocean, but now they held no warmth. Only glass. Only distance.

So wildly that he just wanted to fuck her unstoppably and roughly for the whole damn night. But unfortunately, she was not even eighteen and he has given her his words that he would not fuck her until she turned eighteen. He tilted her head up and made her look into his eyes. His innocent doe-like eyes reflected fear and anticipation. She was anxious about what was going to surprise her the very next moment. Fuck! He could read her easily. She was like an open book that could be read by anyone. Those Hazel eyes with orange flecks held innocence in a firm grip as if not ready to let it go. Innocence was her accessory, her gem, a magnetizing trait of hers that pulled even the devil towards her

When I look at myself in the mirror, I see myself staring back at me with different eye colours. Then it hit me and I realised I had killed him. The innocent Johannes, who knew nothing about the harsh realities of the world, was gone. That once happy and sweet soul within me was ruined. Teared down by my own hands. I miss him. I crave for his existence to come to me again. His radiant smile. His gleaming green eyes filled with light.

Kneeling down, his face came parallel to hers as now his eyes could have a complete view of her. Beautiful The first word that came in his mind. Or Treacherous? The devil in his mind whispered. Innocent. A voice in him spoke Or Venomous? Another voice countered it. Uncorrupted Or Corrupted? Sinless Or Deceitful? Naive Or malicious? A deep breath was heard as he closed his eyes for a second. Under the light of moon, his eyes opened again, moving slowly up, revealing the grey emeralds that shone brightly under the light as he focused his orbs on her face again.

She nodes. "Seems like I've to believe you as there is no proof against you" Jasmine squinted her eyes hearing this. It's kind of suspicious. Jasmine's eyes watered with apprehension. Her green spheres glistened underneath it and the drenched eyelashes were a cherry on top. She looked exactly like an innocent enchantress. "So I'm going to spare your life....." She snapped her head up, meeting his evil filled eyes. She must've misheard it. Jasmine assured her mind.

And now she lies on the bed every day, completely losing all luster. He Is very reluctant to admit that all of this is his own iniquity. When seeing her best friend-Sunny, Nina Morrison's blank eyes have a little luster. "Nina! What happened to you!" When Sunny saw Nina Morrison, tears in her eyes fall down. Tears in Nina Morrison's eyes also fall down, and then Nina and Sunny cry with each other. "Nina, let's go. I'll take you to somewhere else!" Sunny opens Nina Morrison's quilt and tries to pick her up.

she said with her sobbing voice which was almost unclear. “You’re right, I could never turn to one. The human. That’s not on my nature,” I said as I looked into her eyes. They were clear and cleaned by her tears. Though she accepted the blame I kept on her, why do I find the innocence in her eyes. It felt as if she was lying even when she was telling the truth and she was telling the truth even when she was lying. Her eyes were confusing me more. “You are… a monster… a beast…you can never be a human,” she said as she darted her eyes on mine and her eyes had no fear in them. Instead there was pure anger, anguish and confidence. Where did she get that?

Even from behind, he radiated a kind of predatory stillness that made the hair on my arms stand up. "Mr. Vane?" I whispered. He turned. His eyes were the first thing I noticed. Ocean blue, cold as a winter tide, and filled with a terrifyingly familiar intensity. He looked at me, and for a split second, I felt like a freshman again, standing in the library at St. Jude’s Academy, trembling under the gaze of the school's untouchable king. But that was impossible. Julian Vane had been a legend, a boy years ahead of me. He wouldn't remember a quiet girl from the back of the assembly hall.

“It’s something different. Something I haven't seen in his eyes. Something I told him would happen.” To say I'm startled by this revelation would be an understatement. Damian has never given me a particular look apart from irritation, disgust, primal hunger and…oh. “Oh, Irina,” my heart does that little squeeze in my chest again. Underneath all that coat of creepiness is a little girl who is too innocent for this world. “Whatever looks that may be, it doesn't mean anything. I promise you.” “I know what I see.” She insists, her voice becoming lighter. “You also have that sparkly look in your eyes.”