Tricky Eyes Novels & Stories

he raised my chin with the tip of both of his fingers Using that old trick, it's not gonna work on me For Alex, using his charms to manipulate a girl's decision is his specialty. I have seen all of his tricks and I told myself I would never fall for his simple manipulation, his silver eyes gazed down at me Some people would associate silver eyes as something scary or serious but for me, all I can see is his mischief and wanting to annoy me in any way he can I pulled away from the fingers that lifted my chin, a small confident smirk formed on my face as I stared back at his intense eyes "Don't even try using that trick on me" I flicked my fingers at his forehead

Johan was just around the corner, running and dodging as the two-headed monster insisted on trying to walk through a pillar instead of around it. The boss monster’s clumsy actions made Tracer wonder if the double-headed monster had some issues with their eyes. The two heads did not seem to disagree, but the chicken head had some troubles judging distance while the snake head was constantly squinting. It could be a glare to petrify those that looked into its eyes, but the Tracer had his doubts. “Here, give me yours,” Akiko said and reached for Tracer’s stash of black eggs as they climbed the stairs. She wasn’t even panting, but Tracer looked like he ran a marathon, slowing them down horribly,

GRACE Whatever trance he had found himself in broke just as fast as he fell into it. He was quick to catch me up again, matching my stride as best as he could, "No-one has ever mentioned my eyes before." I shrugged, "So no-one finds it weird that they're purple sometimes and a honey brown others." "Yours turn obsidian at times and then they turn to this bluish gray," he pointed out. It made me feel a little less awkward that I had put so much time into analyzing his eyes because clearly he did the same.

So, I averted my gaze. That's when I spot them—the triplets. They're standing off to one side of the room, and the instant my eyes meet theirs, I feel like I've been trapped. They're identical, with an uncanny resemblance to both their parents. From their mother, they've inherited their soulful eyes—a kind of emerald green that you could lose yourself in. They have their father's squared jaw, sharp cheekbones, and the kind of brows that are often described as 'brooding.' The first triplet seems to have a natural stoicism, the second a glint of curiosity, and the third a palpable intensity. Their eyes lock onto mine, and even though they are teenagers, probably only a year or two younger than

Derick First Person Point Of View I turned around in shock and there was Troy, completely drunk, stumbling into the room with nearly an empty bottle in his possession. His eyes went very wide when he gained sight of what was occurring. For a second, time froze, my brain trying to catch up with what Tray must’ve been seeing. His eyes flicked from me to the guy, and his mouth opened in this confused, sloppy grin. "Dude what the heck are you doing?" I could totally feel the tension mounting, just waiting to erupt. There was no way I was going to allow anyone to believe this was what it actually was.

His red menacing eyes fixed to the crazy eyes looking down at him "So, this is the ferocious Alpha of Rieka?" the man snickered. ****😳😳****

Not directly to make it less obvious and make her walk into their trap, but she can see through their plans right now. "Do you really have to do this?" Brianna asked as she was helped to stand and ordered to walk. The guy who stood to lead the team of her enemy chuckled as he moved not too close to her reach. "Yeah, Bitch! Oh, I mean, B...itch!" and he roared in a peal of victorious laughter. "We can't take you too lightly. It's not easy getting you into this trap," he said in between his hoots of a laugh. "You never fail to remind me," the man removed his thick dark glasses and showed his ugly-looking eyes. One had an x mark on it with an artificial eyeball.

I’m about to use Emerald’s eyes again when a vision overwhelms me. ** I see Alpha Everly’s eyes glow menacingly. They are now a glowing iridescent white, incredibly spooky. Light swirls around her as she brings vines up from the ground. There are creatures with red eyes surrounding her, pressed to kill. The creatures are pitch black, twisted and evil. While they fear her light, they are charged with one motivation: snuff out the light. She can’t do this alone. She needs help. I see a pair of hazel eyes before me. They close with finality. I see the same vision, but with a pair of bright blue eyes. There is a feeling of sorrow that washes over me.

The once heavy and undulating eyes of Jom popped open once again clearly struggling against its lids which seemed like things now imbued with the power of a lead

The three of them, Mia and Ryder and Priya, at a table in a restaurant with good light and better wine. He’d chosen it. She’d looked at it when he showed her and said: your father would have approved. He’d held her gaze for a long moment. Then: yes. He would have. They ate. They talked. They argued about something that didn’t matter and mattered completely because it was theirs. At some point Priya raised her glass. Looked at both of them. “To the wrong pair of eyes,” she said. Mia stared at her. “You knew about that?” she said.