True Crime Story: Look Into My Eyes Novels & Stories

“Now, look into my eyes and tell me the truth.” “I… I…” Ruby stammered, “Okay, I will tell you the truth.”

It took me by surprise how he knew I had signed it when I did. "I told you the truth. We never know when we're going to die," I told him, rolling my eyes. His eyebrows came together as he studied me. My eyes couldn't meet his, I was busy just looking around the room. I just couldn't look into his beautiful eyes and allow him to see everything.

“this is about you knowing more than you say.” and then he studies me—long enough to make me burn—and just walks around me, into the trailer. “inside.” i follow. pulse like thunder in my ears. door shuts. suddenly the air is too small, too tight, pressing down. “you want the truth?” he drops the clipboard on the desk. “there are eyes on this site all the time. competitors, reporters, union guys sniffing around. a guy with a camera isn’t new.” “this one was different,” i push back hard. “he wasn’t after blueprints or cement trucks or whatever—he was looking at me.”

Meanwhile he started the music and I looked at him. He held my hand and I was loving being with him. He was looking into my eyes and I felt like i would never be bored looking at them. His eyes were ensuring me love, happiness and everything of the world. Ali " Did I ever tell you that your eyes tell me beautiful stories? I feel like addicted to them. I lost myself in them. My love. " warning (((Mature content:: Don't read if you are uncomfortable))

Emily advised "Hmmm that doesn't actually sound bad, I'll do it" I agreed and was about going when she pulled me back "Hey not so fast, you gotta give me the full deets about all that went down" Mily said giggling a bit "Nothing serious" I lied "That's strange cause i can see visible hickeys on your neck" She pointed out "It only means you're now seeing things then" I said still lying trying to cover up the hickey with my shirt collar as i walked to the sitting room

"I expect you to believe the truth, which is that I was grabbed off the street and thrown into a vehicle by strangers." His eyes searched my face in the dim light, reading every line, every flicker, every micro-expression I couldn't control. I held his gaze and let him look, because I had nothing to hide except the one thing I would never tell him, and that secret lived deeper than anything his eyes could reach.

His lip was busted, a dark smear of dried blood trailing down his chin. But it wasn't the blood that made my heart stop. It was the eyes. A pair of shattered, bottomless, forest-green eyes staring through the camera lens. The sharp jawline. The absolute lack of fear. I had seen those exact eyes. In my own house. Allison Estate. In my office. Aaron. Suddenly, all the pieces of the puzzles of my brain fitted perfectly. My fingers crushed the edges of the Polaroid. The street war, the Aegis contractors, the kidnap… it wasn't just about revenge.

I say. She goes absolutely still. Does not turn around. Does not breathe. The room holds us both for a long terrible moment. Then she turns. Slowly. And even with the mask covering everything, I can see it in her eyes, the only part of her that is visible, the specific look of a person who has been found out and is deciding what to do with that in real time. "You knew," she says. Her voice is not distorted. She is not bothering anymore. "For two days," I reply.

"Nathan's family organized a welcome-back party for you. "Mom and Dad didn't know about your fight with him, so they agreed to come. Honestly, I just found out myself." I shook my head, saying it was fine. Sooner or later, I'd have to face Nathan anyway. Andrew spotted some investors nearby and excused himself, leaving me to mingle. I grabbed a drink and moved toward a group of girls I knew. That was when Nathan turned, and our eyes met. I'd told myself I was ready for this moment. But the second it happened, my body betrayed me, and I looked away.