Through His Eyes Novels & Stories

How wonderful to see someone like the lady wearing them. "Your friends don't like those eyes though. They don't understand what those lifeless eyes see," he told her. "If you like, you can come with me. See them struggle, observe their emotions and how they cry over the simplest things. Doesn't tears bother you, Amorivia?" "It is indeed bothersome."

"They see perfectly well." He turns to me, his gaze intense, piercing. "They don't see that you have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. A silvery gray, like a winter sky. They're full of things, you know. Sadness, yes, but also strength. A strength just waiting to blossom."

His eyes, filled with determination, seemed to bore into the very soul of the issue. Thane's gaze drifted to River, and he saw a glimmer of hope. Her eyes, shining with empathy and understanding, met his, and he felt a sense of solace wash over him. The gentle pressure of her hand reassured him, a reminder that he wasn't alone in this fight.

he murmured. “What?” I asked, tilting my head up to look at him. “Your eyes,” he said, his gaze tracing my face. “They’re the colors of the rainbow. Every time I look into them, I see life, passion, and a spark that no one can ever dim.” My breath hitched.

“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 held my gaze, even through the glassy fever in his eyes. “Do you like me?”

I repeated because in this second life, not only did his eyes open, mine did too and I realised — some things transcend everything we could ever have imagined and for me? It was my family. Now, and forever. ———- THE END ———

Only a priest's prayers could ensure that Daeleen received my eyes. Onlookers expressed envy, and some were even moved to tears by Samuel's devotion to Daeleen. What they did not know was that the romantic Capo they were admiring had plucked out his own wife's eyes, and that the owner of the eyeballs on display were now lying on a bed, staring into nothing but darkness. There was no painkiller being administered. All the moans from the pain left me panting for air, with only the ventilator to keep me from suffocating.

He looked at me with those eyes, my father’s eyes, my eyes. He wasn’t surprised.

"Her eyes did a thing." "Her eyes did the crying thing," he replies. "Without the crying. Which is more controlled and therefore more Margaret and still counts." I look out the window. "What if they think it is too soon?" "Then they think it is too soon," he says. "It changes nothing." "Rhys..."