Tricky Eyes Mga Nobela at Kwento

My brows bumped together in a scowl. What the actual heck were my eyes seeing? I scrolled through the pictures on his screen and blew a fuse in my head. The unusual big eyes of his maid stared back at me from Tristan's screen. She had on a devilish grin with a freakishly long tongue curved outside her lips. Both her hands cupped her naked boobs, shielding her nipples with the caption; can't wait till you get home. I slide my thumb to the right and beheld a picture of her huge ass.

I snapped as I took the drink from her. “Are those contact lenses?” Patricia questioned as she got up to have a closer look of Alicia's eyes. “No!” Alicia answered defensively as she lowered her hair. “No?” Multi-colored eyes? Is that normal?” Tricia sneered as she squinted her eyes further. “Tricia, can you take your seat?” I frowned, causing her to sit. “Oh boy, someone is really being edgy today.” Owen chuckled in a mocking manner as he looked at me. “Can you all stop already? Alicia, don't mind them. They are always this way. Troublesome but trust me, you will love them in no time.” I said with a smile, trying to ease the tension she felt at that point.

She could not lay still, she tightened her grip on his dick. He kept his eyes open seeing her flushed face,whereas her eyes were tightly closed.

“If you ask them about it, you will have to tell them about seeing me. If you do that, I swear they will pack everything up and move. Meaning you will not see me for a while.” As he finished speaking, I noticed his eyes had gone bright red and you didn't hear the owls anymore. “I’ve always trusted you more than my parents so why would I ask them, since you have already said they have been lying to me.” When I looked away from Marcus, I noticed there were about 7 pairs of vibrant colored eyes surrounding us. Slowly another set appeared but were purple with gold specks.

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.

My eyes were now a brilliant ice-blue color, and each eye had a glowing white circle around the pupil that swirled around like whirlpools. “Tristan! What’s happening to me?”

My lips parted when our eyes met. His eyes are like two shimmering pools of gunmetal blue, their almond shape adding an air of mystery to his gaze. They possess a captivating glow, as if they hold a secret that only the darkness can reveal. These eyes are not just ordinary; they are extraordinary. They draw you in, making it impossible to look away. I swallowed nervously, determined not to let his intense gaze overpower me. With a swift and forceful kick, I managed to free my leg from his grasp. The pain made him cursed.

Tagging along could wait, “Okay. Let’s find someplace private.” The only private room I could find soon was one of the on call rooms. Once we’d entered it, I’d made sure that the lock of secured, as it seemed to me like he would appreciate if nobody interrupted us. Taking a seat on the bed, he rubbed his face with his palms. I could see that his shoulders were tense but that was not what surprised me the most. It was when he peeled his hands away from his face to look straight into my eyes that I was taken aback. His eyes were glossier than usual, but his broken voice was what confirmed that he was indeed at the verge of tears, “I’ve fucked up.”

I said, smiling wickedly, “I’ve had the opposite problem.” He laughed harder at that than the joke deserved, mostly because it let him feel I was still playing rather than interrogating. Which I was. Both. Always both. “What kind of off?” I asked. He swallowed. “Eyes, for one. Not all the time. Only if the light catches them wrong. Or moonlight. They kind of...” He lifted a hand, searching for the right shape. “Flash. Catch strange. Not glowing, that sounds stupid, but too bright. Too alive. Like an animal’s eyes in headlights.”

Damon quizzes “Why not? It was my time to put my stamp on the world beyond my house and I wanted to be notice so for most of the time outside of home I had 2 different coloured eyes! And I thought it looked amazing!” I giggled “Your already have the most beautiful eyes” Damon said as he cupped my face to kiss me “I know it sounds dumb now but back then I thought it was cool, once my family died I couldn’t keep using them, the crying made them hurt my eyes!” My tone went to sadness and my eyes filled with tears