True Crime Story: Look Into My Eyes Novels & Stories

My hand stills and I look into those deep brown eyes. He watches me intently, his eyes holding everything I want to drown in. I feel so safe, like nothing could ever hurt me when I'm under his gaze. He looks back to the road and I decide to just go for it and spill… "We both know the initiation didn't work, Arkham. It is eating me up, you have been covering for me and avoiding it, but I know you will eventually want answers. Can … Can I be honest with you?" -

The real one. Lucas looked at me. “What are you doing?” “If they want to find me, they’ll have to follow the trail I want them to follow.” I tossed the drive into the fireplace. It sparked. Burned. Gone. But the real bomb? That was already in Miriam’s hands. Let them come. Let them search. The truth was already free. Three hours later, the first video dropped. Miriam. Live. A two-part exposé with voice-clipped calls from Jason himself.

“It’s become clear that I’m a person of interest in the case.” The true color of his eyes was light steely blue, the color of the sky after a storm. I found myself drawn into them for some reason, and when he suddenly made eye contact, it put me off guard. My eyelids fluttered of their own will. I dropped my gaze to my tablet and the words I’d written, Person of interest. I said, “I saw the news this morning, and I assumed that was the case. How can I help you, Mr. Mackenzie?”

Looking into another person's eyes usually revealed…well, something. There was always emotion behind the eyes, some hint as to what the person felt or thought, a motivation, a truth, or a lie. Yet, looking into the eyes of a corpse only revealed that life was too damn short, and you needed to grab everything out of it you could while you still drew breath. For one Mister—Lainie Everest glanced down at her notes—Roger O'Brien that chance was over, and whatever he had failed to grab out of life was now lost forever. And now I'm stuck trying to figure out why.

I allow myself to look into his beautiful eyes. "Are you okay?". He asks. In this moment, it's quite easy to forget that he's just like every other person here, bloodsucking and information hungry. In this moment, he really makes me feel like I could pour out my mind to him and I can't even tell if that's really his personality or just an effect of the job. Regardless, I tell myself I can't let myself get carried away, or trust anyone here. They all want the same things, information. And if I were to slump and die today, they would report my death with the same vigor that they'll use today to report the news about my scandal. So with a hard set of my jaw, I tilt my chin stubbornly and look h

Marie grasped Clifford's hand with a pleading look. After a short silence, he muttered to the policeman, "Nothing's wrong." Marie looked much relieved. My heart sank. The policeman frowned at Clifford. "As an attorney, I'm sure you know the serious consequences of covering up for a criminal. If you confess to your actions now, we can fight for a lighter punishment." Still, Clifford did not budge. "I said nothing was wrong. Please open an investigation if you don't believe me."

My vision began to fade. A Soul Walker rushed forward, forcing his hands apart and placing a lunar breathing mask on me. Cold mist filled my lungs, making me cough violently. Darian stepped back, staring at his trembling hands. His expression shifted from shock to confusion, then to fear, and finally to a collapse I had never seen before. Through the fog, I watched him and a faint smile curved my lips. Darian, this is the truth you sought so desperately. Are you satisfied? A sudden gasp came from the audience.

He adjusted the lawyer wig on his head and faced Christabel, his sharp eyes made Christabel rehearsed words fell into an imaginary pit, his stand, aura and personality were indeed expected of a brave lawyer. He raised his eyes glasses and looked straight, his face didn't show any emotion; blank, blankness was all one could see. He faced Christabel again, this time looking intently at her. "You were aware that Miss Lawrence Precious followed his brother that night, right?" His deep voice and sharp moped made Christabel nervous.

"Look, brothers, I don't mind you hating me and wanting me dead. Really, I don't. But you have to remember that the eyes are mine. No one told me to use the blindfolded, I chose to. If at any moment, I don't want to use it, I won't. Besides, I don't get why are you two freaking out like this." I turned my back on them and got back to the mirror. The tears were still falling, making me, indeed, look like I have lost my mind. And probably did. "As I said to Rai before, I'm just watching my own death. I've told you both how you will die, so why can't I know how my death will be when this power is mine? I've told you guys out of consideration, I didn't need to. I was curious. Moreover, I wanted

I close my eyes shut and open them. Dora's eyes filled with tears, she slowly kneels in the middle of the road, there was still a little black stain on the ground from the accident, she uses her shaky hands to touch it "I don't want to believe you're the one who's gone". I walk close to her and place my hands on her shoulder "soon everything will be revealed" my eyes suddenly caught something, it was an old man with a homeless look, sited in a small wooden caravan, selling some very cheap fake jewellery.