You'll Shoot Your Eye Out Book 소설 & 이야기

I barely register the words I am reading which frustrates me to no end, to make matters worse, my stitches itch like a motherfucker and it's taking everything in me not to pick at them. Fuck this. I slam the book closed and spring to my feet, startling my personal entourage. They fall in behind me as I march to the door and fling it open, but my dramatic exit is cut short when I slam into a chest. "Shit," I hiss, rubbing my nose to soothe the ache, then I glare up at the person. Alex gives me a flat stare in response, his glacial eyes devoid of emotion. The sound of a gunshot echoes in the back of my mind and I feel the warmth of blood splashing on my face. I wince at the recollection of the

My hands shook as I gripped it. My heart hammered so hard it hurt. My palms were slick with sweat. Every instinct screamed don’t do it, but watching Zane’s claws dig into Ray’s skin snapped something inside me. “Let him go!” I shouted. Zane turned his head toward me, and I fired. The sound tore through the storm like lightning splitting the sky. The bullet hit the wooden beam just beside Zane’s head. His grip loosened for a fraction of a second — long enough for Ray to shove him back and send him crashing into the broken table.

The kind that says I see you and I am glad and this is everything and I will not make it weird. When she pulls back her eyes are doing something. "Do not," I say. "I am not doing anything," she says. "Your eyes are doing something," I say. "They are fine," she says, blinking rapidly. "Completely fine. Dust." "Hackney dust." "Notorious for it," she says.

The path to freedom was clear and direct. In murderous rage, I pierced my claws into the palm of my right hand, hovered it over the last remaining shreds of the book and watched Vincent's eyes glaze over with tears. I uttered a single word, "Burn." And the book caught on fire the moment drops of my blood from the cut I made on my palm came into contact with it. In Vincent's absentmindedness, with his gaze still pinned on the burning book, everything slowed down before me. I moved faster than the law of time permitted, over to where he knelt with a sorrowful expression as he watched the remains of the book become ash.

My heart pounded, my veins burned, and then the Eye turned against me. The powerful vision snapped shut. The backlash struck like a hammer. An invisible weight crushed me, hurling my body across the room. I slammed forcefully against the stone wall with a sickening crack. Air burst from my lungs, blood spraying from my lips as pain exploded through my ribs. "Ghh-" I gagged, my hand clutching my chest. The metallic tang of blood filled my mouth, dripping down my chin. My vision swam, the world tilting in dizzying spirals. The Eye, once open, now left behind a searing scar within my mind, its whispers echoing faintly as if mocking me.

He tried running when Sam left him alone for seconds, but Sam grabbed him once again before he could sprint far and pinned him to the wall where I targeted again. He was trembling, lips shaking. The thought of having his eyes popped with a gun like a fucking wine terrifies him. “Luca….” He called and that's when I struck. I fired, intentionally letting the gun slice between his eyes and his face. Fuck, fuck. I liked the way he screamed. His body was surely on fire. A part of his body had just left him. An eye. His right eyes slammed shut, as he screamed. His left eyes had been replaced with nothing but a hole, blood spilling down his face like tears.

All of the voices grew louder until they were howling inside her head. She looked into the bright blue eyes that pleaded with her. Inky blackness spread from the center consuming all color and light until they were pools of darkness covering his entire eye socket. He lurched forward grabbing the barrel of the gun and forcing it against his forehead. Zira yelped and squeezed. BANG! Zira sat up screaming and flailing. Hands wrestled with hers making her flail more. A firm grasp locked on and forced her down.

I exhaled deeply, preparing for the war that was about to begin. The van in front of us was clearing out our way, their window open and with a machine gun placed in it. I stared at the window when a bullet hit the window. “Ahhhhh!” I shouted from shock, but the bullet did not pass the window shield because it turned out to be bulletproof. Greyson looked at me with worry in his eyes.

I pulled my face looking sideways as I could feel his eyes digging up Elle from me. I had my eyes closed all of a sudden, feeling manipulated over my wolf being taken away from me. I wasn't going to let that happen, not even a little chance of it occurring. I paused reaching out for the little rifle, as I has it pulled of the coat gradually. I had my eyes opened bold enough to stare this time. And then, without wasting much time I cracked the rifle and finally gave the first shot. Phow!!!!…

I spring after him on powerful haunches, the forest floor blurring beneath my swift paws. Closing in, I see the whites of Adam's panicked eyes as he glances back. Fear rolls off him in waves, spurring me on. I bare my teeth in anticipation, muscles coiling to pounce. But as I leap, something unexpected happens. Suddenly, a gunshot cracks through the air. The bullet pierces my shoulder in a burst of agonizing pain, hot blood matting my fur. I hit the ground hard, the impact knocking the breath from my lungs. Through the haze, I see Ember holding the smoking rifle, her eyes wide with fear yet resolve.