True Crime Story: Look Into My Eyes Novels & Stories

His long legs crossed casually, yet he still radiated an air of complete control. "The person who hired those thugs was Brooke. I've already had someone send the evidence anonymously to both the police and Alex." I stared at him in shock, my grip on the covers tightening subconsciously. "What?" He raised an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at his lips. "Did you think I was just some guy who only knows how to acquire companies?" … The next morning, I was awakened by soft sounds. It was a team of doctors in white coats, their expressions solemn as they quietly set up various portable instruments beside my bed.

When in fact, he looked and searched for me for almost eight years… he looked for me, that’s the truth. Suddenly… my head hurt and little by little, I felt the pain in my head again. “Please… please stop!” I shout to myself. I immediately felt someone holding my hand. I opened my eyes and saw… the man… I had missed so much. “Hey, are you okay?” I could see the concern and worries in his eyes. I lay down and averted my eyes from him. He knows me for being a Lee Shin Jin, not his best friend. I’m afraid he’ll find out the truth.

"I worry about you, Daniel. You're wound so tight and keep everything locked up." He sighed heavily and looked away. "It's not like I'm thrilled about it, but it happened, and I can't take it back. As an ex-cop, I can promise you that this won't go any further than a cold investigation. They will never find the evidence they need." He stiffened slightly, seemingly uncomfortable with the conversation. "Well, I beg to differ, Daniel." Standing with hand on hip, she glared at him. "I saw Randy get convicted of murder in my dreams. I saw Dillon's blue eyes in Randy's. It's going to go a lot further."

For a moment, he sighed and then raised the frames of his drooping glasses to the bridge of his droopy nose. “Please come in, Madam. See! It's a miracle. Your husband is awake and able to speak normally." The doctor stepped out after tapping my shoulder a few times. We look. The doctor's height made me have to look up a little to freely see his face. The wind whistled in my ear. I flinched and turned my gaze to the corner of the room. "Jack!" I cried to myself when I found a man with bare chest and piercing eyes standing like a silhouette in the corner of Kevin's treatment room.

I do my best to turn on my side and wait for him to start talking. He takes a long time to start. His eyes are glued to the ground, and even though the light in my cubicle is turned off, I can see how conflicted he is. How haunted. What happened? How bad can the story be? I'm not sure if I'm ready to hear the truth about my existence.

“Walk. Eat. Meetings. Sleep on top of the blankets when the heat gets loud. Write it down. If it’s real, it’ll be there in the morning. If it’s dope, it’ll change the story when you make eye contact. That’s how I tell.” He was right. Dope stories are slippery. This one wasn’t. Every time I looked at it, it looked back the same. A man with very light red hair and a scar closing his face like a comma. Blue eyes that went night-dark and then not eyes at all. Muscles ripping the wrong direction. The sound. Like every tree I ever tried to climb breaking at once. “You okay, kid?” Mike asked quietly. “I don’t know what okay looks like,” I said, and I hated how it felt like telling the truth.

He has the courage to really challenge me even with eye contact, no one dares to blink to the both of us. "What's your secret?" He calmly said with a smirk on his face then threw a newspaper at me. I looked to that newspaper and I saw the name of a person I also know, heck. "Now, three people have now become suspects in the murder case of Zak blah blah. I want to know the truth, are you really the one who k*lled him? How?" He added. I also quickly answered why me will deny the truth that I know and only me. "Yes. Don't ask too many questions because I'll just answer you is that I k*lled him" I directly said then stood up on my bed because I knew it was my day to be freed from here in this ro

That she knows the look in my eyes that speak many volumes only to her. When she gazed into my eyes as I made love to her, I felt like she could see through me. Right into my bleeding soul that had been dormant for many years. "I want you to check the cameras. I want to know when he entered the grounds, and track the vehicle he took. I know there is a slim chance that we will find it, he has always been a few steps in front of me, and I'm now beginning to question if he was the mastermind behind Anastazia's death too."

“Hands where I can see them.” The intruder looked at the detective with something almost like respect. “You don’t get it, Detective,” he said. “This isn’t about me. This is about exposure. This is about truth.” Then he turned the phone so the camera faced Elena and Damian in a close, cruel frame.

He asks cautiously. “Peyton Grigoras used you as bait to get me out in the open and kill me,” I say in a detached voice. “I didn’t know anything about that,” he says, keeping his eyes on mine. He’s not a terrible liar, but he’s not great either. They say that when someone is lying they can’t look you in the eye. While it really all depends on the person, in most cases, liars actually tend to maintain eye contact when lying. This is so they can observe if their lies are working or not. “Please let me go. I swear I won’t tell anyone anything. I have a wife and a child, please.” I snort at that comment. “What’s so funny?” He asks with a frown.