True Crime Story: Look Into My Eyes Novels & Stories

he said looking into my eyes. "Nothing happened yesterday" I said looking into his eyes. "You didn't remembered anything right then how can you that nothing happened" he asked me with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He is not saying the truth I can see it in his eyes. "Because I trust you and I know you can't do such thing" I said and went into the washroom.

But now that the two of us are gone and my trust in him is so shattered I don’t know how I’m going to deal with him the next day. "Eyes. Eyes are the first thing I look at a person. Our mouths can lie but not our eyes. I know at first glance what a person is thinking. I also know if they are keeping a secret. But You know, that was one of my mistakes. Because the very person closest to me I didn't read right away at first glance. So here, here I am now. I'm next to you and crying like crazy, "I replied while there were tears dripping down the side of my eyes.

He could be tall, but I am tall enough to reach the point where I now watch his Adam's apple move as he speaks again. “Look.” I gasp out of the intensity of his voice this time. “Look into my eyes.” I obey. “What do you see?” As I look directly into his eyes, I see something unusual. It looks like blood spilled on ice, and the ice are his eyes. How can his gray and beautiful eyes suddenly look like he shed blood as tears? In a flash, he has his hands on my neck, the deadly look in those orbs building up. He looks like he would throw me over the rail, and he would have done so if someone did not knock him out of his position.

He has an eyepatch which shows that the left eye is bad and as he looks at me, he trembles “I am innocent,” he insists. “Please, I have a family. I don’t want to die "You will die if you don’t tell me what I want to hear!” I snap at his pathetic cries “What do you want to know?” he coils back with a shaky voice “What happened when you entered there?" I demand after scanning his again till my fill He looks at me scared, like he knows something that he should not. “I… when I entered her room… she…” he stammers

I watched Gabriella apologize and saw my name displayed on the screen. It had been five years since I was bound to Gabriella's side. I watched myself being branded as a traitor, while the real culprit thrived. The truth had been buried for far too long. And now, the truth had finally come to light. A month later, Christopher and the remaining members of Oliver's drug cartel faced a public trial before the Supreme Court in Gakoli. The gallery was packed to the brim. Families of fallen narcotics officers filled the front row, while the back row and side aisles were crowded with reporters.

Text: “Board emergency meeting called for tomorrow morning. Someone leaked the letters. They’re public. Full text online. Headlines already running.” Martin looked at Damien. Both pale. The truth was out—raw, unfiltered, unstoppable.

“Enough. Stop saying those things…you are clearly trying to divert my attention. Just tell me your method for detecting poison in everything around you. Let's see if you can convince me with your lies again.” I breathed heavily, trying my best to hide the anger rising inside me. “Alright, I’ll tell you the truth. I have a third eye. I can’t see ghosts though. The eye on my forehead can see colors of poison in everything. That is why I can easily detect poison. Will you believe me now?” I said, hoping that after I told him the truth he would finally believe me. “Please don’t tell others about this secret of mine!" I begged him. He erupted into a fit of laughter. The kind of laughter that piss

"I'm sure you weren't. I'm sure you never expected to see us again. I'm sure you thought you'd gotten away with it. I'm sure you thought you'd never be caught. I'm sure you thought the past would stay buried. I'm sure you thought the truth would never surface. I'm sure you thought you were safe. I'm sure you thought you had won." We sit. Ethan places the file on the desk. The file with the evidence. The file with the truth. The file with the proof. The file with the answers. The file with the confession. The file with the lies exposed. The file with the crimes documented. The file with the years of pain laid bare. "Recognize this?" he asks. Dr. Harrison looks at it. His hands shake. His eyes

" Everyone around us—doctors, nurses, and other families—stared and whispered. They thought I was some monster who would sacrifice his own mom for money. I looked at my relatives, who were guilt-tripping me, and at Edmund, who was still playing the victim. I was suddenly overwhelmed with exhaustion and a sense of absurdity. Right then, the ER doors swung open. The doctor stepped out, mask in hand, and asked sternly, "Who is the patient's family?" "I am! I'm her son!" Edmund yelled, racing forward. "The patient got help just in time, and she's safe now," the doctor said. Then, he paused and gave us a strange look. "However, the tests we did on what was left in her stomach showed she didn't dr

He did not dare to look at Crystal because he knew that he could not deceive her. Crystal leaned forward and forced Eric to look her in the eyes. Eric squirmed and tried to look away, but she wouldn’t allow it. Finally, Eric admitted defeat. He allowed her to look into his eyes, and when she did, two things happened. First: Crystal came to know the truth about Eric’s condition; second: Eric realized why Crystal looked familiar and why he hadn’t recognized her straight away. The first time he had met Crystal, she’d had a mole at the corner of her eye.