Novel & Cerita Through His Eyes

She dropped her head immediately, entirely unwilling to look up into his dangerous eyes, and silently prayed that he would just leave her alone. Alexander noticed her lovely eyes gazing frantically down at the floor, completely avoiding his own. He was instantly enraged. He desperately wanted to see her eyes—her beautiful, expressive green eyes that perfectly revealed exactly how terrified she was of him. He fiercely wanted to see those fearful eyes looking up at him.

His eyes peered through the narrow gap, red-rimmed and tired. “Maya,” he breathed.

His eyes. His eyes, like twin galaxies, held a promise of protection and understanding. "You need to trust me," he whispered, his voice a soothing balm to her wounded spirit. "I will take away your pain. I will make them pay for what they've done to you. They'll regret every moment of it."

My husband, Victor Moretti, is the Don of the most powerful Mafia family in New York. Everyone knows he loves me more than his own life. But no one knows how many things his love forbids. He never lets me swim because he says my eyes are too sensitive to chlorine. He never lets me touch a gun because the smell of gunpowder and the recoil would hurt me. When I tell him I want a tattoo, he refuses that too. “I love every inch of your skin,” he says. “I don’t want anything covering it.” But anyone who has known me for long knows I grew up by the sea. Diving has always been what I’m best at. And getting a tattoo has been at the top of my bucket list for as long as I can remember. That afternoon,

His piercing eyes penetrate my very being. As I await his words, my heart beats relentlessly and almost jumps out of my chest. My Harad!...

His brows were furrowed as he was experiencing a bad migraine. He pulled Avery into his arms and stared at her face with his bloodshot eyes.

I can’t remember his words or anything after he soaked me, all i remember is the pain. His eyes, the way he looked at me, like he would not only kill me but enjoy doing it. I have read and heard people talking about empty or soulless eyes, but I never really knew what they meant until I saw his. I have never seen a real live rogue either, but I know without a doubt that he was one.

I frowned, “I don’t know. I have to earn. I can’t think about so much.” He clicked his tongue, “If you just want your life sucked out of your body, there are other ways.” his black eyes gradually turned lighter and my eyes widened in shock when I saw red replacing them. Those red eyes! ****************************************************

“Come on. It’s not that hard. What do you think I’ve been doing all this while?” “I’m not a kid, Aldric. Your eyes are for seeing, not… whatever mind trick you’re trying to pull.” He chuckles softly. “Think of it like this, if you can see me through glass, I can see you too. The same goes for eyes. They’re just clearer windows. You look through them, I look into them.” “That’s pure nonsense,” I say sharply. “You don’t see thoughts through your eyes. You’re just…” I stop mid-sentence, realizing he’s smiling because I hesitated. “You’re full of shit.”

I turned to see the figure who had intervened, a mix of gratitude and curiosity in my eyes. "I said let her go, Casper," the voice repeated, firm and unwavering. As my vision cleared, I saw a man standing tall, his presence radiating strength and confidence. His eyes met mine, filled with a mix of concern and determination. I felt a surge of life course through my veins.