Twenty Four Eyes Novels & Stories

Hearing my acquiescence, Fabian Gates was overjoyed. “That’s dope! I knew I hadn’t misjudged you! Since I’m being considerate, just get me two brand new Audi R8s. If you’re short on cash, I can hook you up with an absolutely reliable money lender!” R8? Over three million dollars each? What am I, his sugar daddy? I sneered and probed cautiously, “Have you gotten permission from Ms. Jefferson’s husband to marry her?”

I opened my eyes. Except I didn't have eyes anymore. Not just mine. I had four hundred thousand pairs of eyes. All seeing different things. All connected through me. I tried to speak. But I didn't have mouth anymore. Not one mouth. I had four hundred thousand mouths. And none of them were mine. "Eva?" Albert's voice. Distant. Coming from somewhere I couldn't place. "Eva, can you hear me?" I wanted to answer. Wanted to say yes. Wanted to tell him I was still here.

She looks smart and beautiful like she always does. Fayha is more in the pear shape unlike Amani's hourglass figure which only flared when she gave birth to Anaan. Fayha has a dark skin tone nearing mocha unlike Amani's warm olive skin tone, golden tan. She has a sharp nose just like Amani but it's sharper than Amani's because Amani's nose makes her look cute as it is small. While they look alike, their eyes is the big difference. Fayha's eyes are slit while Amani's are huge and doe like but their lips are all pink and plump with a deep heart curve on their upper lips.

Twenty Nadazhda stood anxiously shocked and awed from where she waS because her gaze was transfixed on their glowing eyes. They knelt before her, yet their heads were raised as they stared deep into her eyes as if searching for her deepest secrets. She felt edgy and scouted closer to Zaccheus for protection and comfort because she knew he was the only one who could provide it.

In my defense, they were not posted closely, and I was struggling to scroll up and down comparing them. I went back to the boyfriend's page, and found a few more of his pictures. I poured myself a neat brandy and sat comfortably on my couch and started studying him. His pictures to be more factual. I think we've already established that his eyes are quite stunning. It's like staring at glowing hot honey, under a scorching sun, if that makes any sense. His blonde curls looked soft enough to want to run my fingers through them. In one of the pictures he has stuck his tongue out mischievously, his eyes closed, with his hands cupping each side of his face.

“If you ask them about it, you will have to tell them about seeing me. If you do that, I swear they will pack everything up and move. Meaning you will not see me for a while.” As he finished speaking, I noticed his eyes had gone bright red and you didn't hear the owls anymore. “I’ve always trusted you more than my parents so why would I ask them, since you have already said they have been lying to me.” When I looked away from Marcus, I noticed there were about 7 pairs of vibrant colored eyes surrounding us. Slowly another set appeared but were purple with gold specks.

『.*+ •ᴄʜᴀᴘ. ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ ɴɪɴᴇ+ •*.』 EMERALD GREEN EYES GLISTENED AS THEY FLICKERED WITH A GREAT REALIZATION.

"No, actually. Your eyes are one of only two types that give you more than one ability. Besides seeing mana, you can also control up to three elements if you're skilled enough and control how durable your skin is." Hearing everything my eyes could do, Tasha started to pout harder while mumbling, "Not fair...!" "Wow. I didn't know my eyes were that strong. Also, what's the second type of eyes?" "The second is pink eye dragons. They have all the same abilities as you do, only they can control any element and have five times more mana than normal dragons. Their skin is also impossible to damage with traditional weapons and can resist most magic." "They sound really powerful."

I think I'm going to stay for just two days at this school. I was about riding off when my eye caught a passenger in the front of the bus. the only passenger there actually. Her head was leaned on the window and her eyes were closed but I could tell she wasn't sleeping cause she kept smiling and scrunching her nose and I could have sworn I saw her pout her lips for a split second. As if she had just kissed somebody. It's like she's day dreaming and In that moment She looked so peaceful like nothing could harm her.

"Sir Mark, since you are so good to me, I would like to tell you her secret. If one day you will finally meet Calla, and you see that she's not your type, do not look directly at her eyes." "Her eyes?" I repeated, wondering what sense there was in avoiding her eyes. "Yes," Cynthia looked straight at me, collecting my full attention. "She can win any man she fantasizes through her eyes." "What do you mean?" I asked, not realizing both my hands were gripping the edge of the table as I glued my eyes on her. To my frustration, she smiled and shook her head. "I'm sorry, sir. This is not the right time to tell you about it."