Through His Eyes Novels & Stories

But he held out his hand, and when his eyes met mine, they were nothing short of warm and understanding. “Come on,” he said, taking my hand. “I’ll be your eyes.”

I cried out from the pleasure I was feeling. So that was what I had missed all my life. How could he erase all my little experiences with a few thrusts? So that is what they meant about kissing some frogs before meeting one’s prince. “Look at me, do not close your eyes. You know I need to see what you are feeling through your eyes.” I never thought that was possible, but I obeyed as he thrust at that moment and I saw his eyes changing. That was what he meant? I was drawn to his eyes as I felt the pit of my stomach experiencing foreign things.

Untouched. His eyes landed on me. And in them, I saw possession.

“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.

He adds “I’m a virgin” my word vomit spews. I have no bloody idea why that’s relevant to helping him refocus. And honestly if I could kick my own arse, right now, I would. “That isn’t a redirection or refocus Eve,” he says, his voice harsh and his eyes ... His eyes make me step forward to him. One Amber eye and one black eye. They are extraordinary. “Your eyes, they’re beautiful,” I state, reaching up to touch his face.

"But you told me not to come back after the operation." "It's because I want you to be present when the doctor removes the bandage from my eyes," he explained, smiling. "I want you to be the first person I see that day." "That will make your mother cry." "My mother would understand. She's the most understanding woman on the planet. And you did sound like her at times. " Angela smiled as she said, "And that must be a pain in your ass." "Not at all. Your voices, on the other hand, inspire me to fight for hope. Angela, you inspire me to travel the world again. And I'd like you to be here by then. "

She asked, but her voice was frighteningly calm. I gulped. "I got tired of using it, Your Majesty. I want to see the world with my eyes, while I still…" I need to be quiet. "I mean, I want to see everything that I couldn't all those years. I'm tired of being afraid of what I'm going to see, death comes to everybody and there's nothing we can do about it. It's not like I'll cause someone's death with my eyes, I'm just going to see it. Although most people don't seem to understand that, or rather, they don't want to. And that's okay, I don't mind people blaming me for it, not anymore. I just won't stand being accused of something I didn't do, like killing someone especially because I didn't wa

he asked me and I just cannot help myself but to continuously nod while plastering a genuine smile. “Who owns this?” I touched his face and admire his pitch-dark eyes. One of the things that I love about Hayden is how mysterious his eyes are. He got the sweet gesture, the sweet talking and the sweet smile but his eyes speaks the opposite of his actions. When I met him, I got captivated by his eyes, my heart was shattered because of how sorrowful and how agonizing the way his eyes communicate to me and I’ll always wonder if what pain did he suffer to have that kind of expression in his eyes. “ It’s our new home!” he uttered.

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?"

The air went still, and when I opened my eyes, I saw tears in his eyes. eyes, glistening like fragile glass. The intensity of his gaze pierced through the haze of confusion and fear that clouded my mind. I felt a mix of dread and concern as I searched for the right words to say, but they eluded me, trapped in the whirlwind of emotions swirling within me.