Veil Over Eye Novels & Stories

Veil’s heart pulsed erratically against her chest, threatening to explode. He teased her small waist with his fingers, touching parts of her mind. Veil had no clue could be pulled out. His hand slid down her booty shoots for only a minute, but it was enough to get Veil’s breath intense. The next moment, he held the hem of her crop top and pulled it over her head, baring her breasts.

“But with you using your eyes, will there be a crack in the Veil?” My stomach flipped, eyes widening as Adelaide’s voice filled my head once more. She had said the Veil was cracking, and it had already done so every time I had used my eyes in the present. The answer was very obvious, and I had already accepted it. A small, but calm smile pulled at my lips. “It will.”

I tried to turn my head to see what he was pulling out but failed to do so as it put a strain on my neck, causing me to fall back against the bed. Now next to me, he looked down and brought his hand to the side of my face. Bringing his other hand out from behind his back, he held a piece of black silk fabric in his hands. A blindfold. "For your wandering eyes," He explained, bringing my head off the bed and placing the material over. A pang of fear surged its way throughout my body as all I was able to

The intricate lacework adorning the bodice tells a story of intricate craftsmanship and devotion, much like the love that binds us together. As Abigail takes each step, her movement is akin to a ballet, a dance of enchantment that captivates all who witness it. Her veil creates an aura of mystery, concealing the radiant smile that I know lies beneath. Yet, even with her face hidden, her eyes sparkle with anticipation, mirroring the love and excitement that dance in my own.

Hazel confused as to what he was up to watched as the doors to his room were thrown open and a maid carrying a small box in her hands walked into the room. When she got to where they were, she bowed her head and offered the box up to Raglan. Raglan did not take the box from her outstretched hands but rather, he opened the box and pulled out a dainty see through, black veil. Though the veil looked so simple, one could see that it was fit for the highest of royalty. The veil was made from a mesh type of material and it looked really dainty. "This is for you," Raglan said, holding the veil towards Hazel.

Not when he faced his demon, the one who wore his face and stared back whenever he gazed at his own reflection. Everything halted. The pain vanished, his eyes turned dark hazel. He rose to his feet, striking a hand over his face to clean his forehead. He sneered at the image before scribbling words on the mirror again. He pulled his dark hoodie on, wearing a silk glove. It was time to get dirty. *** Christiana sat curled on the couch, a bottle of wine on the table and a half-empty glass on her hand. Her mind raced towards multiple things all with the same face. His hazel eyes staring straight at her. Although one moment stood out, her break up with her ex.

His voice was low and steady. "Yes." I looked straight at him, my voice clear. "I've known for a while." Vincent would never be this thoughtful. He wouldn't notice the faint swelling on my fingers, wouldn't offer warmth and protection without asking for something in return. My face blindness might keep me from recognizing features, but my heart was never blind. When someone truly cared for me, that genuine tenderness and respect seeped from their very bones. It couldn't be faked. He met my gaze, and the tension in his eyes slowly melted away.

Vivienne POV Lance returned with a long black veil that covered the lower half of my face and fell softly over my shoulders. It was plain, without jewels or unnecessary decoration, which was perfect because I wasn’t trying to impress anyone. I only wanted enough concealment to stop the visitors from recognizing me too quickly and enough fabric between my mouth and the room to hide the insults I might whisper when they started speaking nonsense. I tied it securely behind my head, adjusted the folds and looked at Lance. “Can you still tell when I’m angry?”

I hold my breath, concentrate on the soft brush of the veil against my lashes. Thank God for the veil. Thank God he can't see my face. I'm acutely aware of the heat rising under my skin, of the faint tremor in my hands that I fight to still. Please let this have passed unnoticed, I think, the plea rising unbidden and desperate. Please let this moment already be over, sealed away, irretrievable. Just then, just as I compose myself completely, Edward lifts the veil.

The woman wore a veil that covered most of her face, but under that veil were eyes that reeked of malicious contempt and deep hatred. A smirk formed on my lips immediately, and I nodded in acquiescence.