True Crime Story: Look Into My Eyes Novels & Stories

Marcus stared at me immediately. There were flashes of shock, fear, and uneasiness in his eyes. I forced out a smile. "You know what I'm like. I've never lied to you. Besides, I don't know how to act. After all, you of all people know how tiring it is to put up an act, right?" Marcus didn't doubt me at all. He believed every word I said, just like how I once believed he'd remain loyal to me forever.

I added, "He's been feeling guilty over accepting your bribe, so he chose to tell the truth. He's already been removed from his position." Valerie suddenly smiled eerily. "It's all he deserves for being so easily swayed by money. It was almost as if he'd never seen it before! He could barely take his eyes off it when I took it from my pocket."

My eyes flew open, and I was nearly blinded by the bright, white light overhead. The doctors around me swarmed my bed at that moment, each holding a medical tool as they examined me once. After they'd concluded I was fine, one of them said, "What happened to you, young lady? You were rendered mute with poison and hypnotized for a whole 30 years!"

Five years ago, my father's company went bankrupt. Debt collectors threw me off the third floor to pressure my father into paying, but my eyes hit the stone below, and my right eyeball was forcibly removed. My father paid off the debt and used the last of our money to give me a prosthetic eye. I had never told anyone about this, so no one knew one of my eyes was fake. It was not until the day when I recalled how Snowie could hear my thoughts that I realized something was not right.

I poured another drink and placed it in front of him. He raised his glass in a gesture of gratitude before he took a sip. His striking eyes were glued to mine, having the confidence to hold an intimate level of eye contact like we were lovers when we were strangers. He cocked his head slightly, as if he saw something in my stare. “There’s a story behind those eyes.” “Is there a story behind yours?”

I take the darkness and I make it art. And then I see him. He’s standing near the back, leaning against a shelf of true crime, his posture lazy, like he owns the place. The same broad shoulders, the same way of holding himself, like a predator who knows exactly how sharp his teeth are. But it’s his eyes that give him away. That same cold, hungry gaze, the one that had pinned me to the glass, that had watched me touch myself, that had made me touch myself. My breath catches. The pen slips in my fingers.

His hand snapped out and gripped my chin, his fingers digging into my flesh. “Tell me the truth. A man doesn’t have a woman like you in a room and stare at the wall. His eyes drop. They always drop. To your mouth. To the neckline of that very expensive blouse I bought for you. To the curve of your ass when you bend over to pick up a file. Where does he look?” The image was so precise, so horrifyingly accurate to what had actually happened, that a gasp caught in my throat. He saw it. He saw the flicker of truth I couldn’t hide.

I walked into the crime scene, under the police tape, to face a crowded group of police crowded around a solitary body on the ground with marks on her body. People were crowded around the area murmuring to themselves but none of them knew what really happened. The victim was identified as Natalie Gray, my best friend. I stood dumbstruck and couldn't move. The well-worn sound of sirens echoed around. My best friend was brutalized in the worstest way. I went closer to her body and noticed her eyes were swollen. Tear streaks were on her face. There were signs of marks on her body to indicate struggle. She begged but the murderer took no pity on her.

That may be why Hunter was always so content with Lucas’s decision to not stay with pack and only come when called. He’s a ruthless killer. Tears drip down my face, fear almost crippling me. Why is this happening? When I hear the sound of twig snapping behind me, all the blood rushes out of my face. Did they break their promise and decide to hunt me now? I whirl around, shaking, when I see a pair of golden eyes watching me from the shrubbery. The only person with this color of eyes is Hunter but it’s not Hunter. There is madness in his eyes.

Raising my head I look at him, with my tears still threatening to spill from them, as I look into the eyes of the man that killed my entire family. As he stares back into my eyes, a growl radiates from him, and I quickly turn my head, knowing that I never should have looked him directly in the eyes, and I was for sure going to pay for it. But I had gotten a glimpse of them, and it was clear that I was looking into the eyes of a killer, and my heart began to race at just the sight of them, as my hands began to tremble even more than before.