Yuri Real Eyes Novels & Stories

- Amos 5:1 * * * * “No…” Yuri opened and closed her eyes several times, and every single time that she’d opened her eyes, she wished for the scene before her to vanish. And each time, she was solely disappointed. The scene before her oddly resembles a horror movie flick that she’d watched with Miki and Michio once a few months ago. But unfortunately, this is reality, not a movie.

He was already dead when he called the King. - No, - the cry almost broke and died away, only a wheeze escaped from the throat. The tree straightened to reveal a view. Maybe Verton imagined what Yaroslav would look like, but not like that. Between the black trunks stood a guy naked to the waist. Tall, broad-shouldered, his whole body entwined with muscles that bulge with every movement. A pale, handsome face, framed by black hair, seems vaguely familiar, he is very similar to his mother, but his eyes ... The eyes are filled with silver - completely. No iris, no pupils, just this unbearably cold sparkling light.

He gently placed my hand back down on the bed, patting it as if I were a child. "What happened to me?" I asked, pretending not to know. Ethan was silent for several seconds before speaking with difficulty. "When you fell from the cliff, your eyes suffered severe trauma... We had to remove them..." He held my hand, his voice shaking. "Serena, don't be afraid. Medicine is so advanced now. I'll definitely get you artificial eyes, and even if that doesn't work, I'll take care of you for the rest of your life..." I turned my head, my voice hoarse.

It was a beautiful morning. Spring was approaching so it was inevitably a little chilly. A girl with beautiful black hair sleeping on the soft feather like bed. Her lips had a silly smile with her cheeks turned in a angry colour of red. "Jenne! You sleepy head wake up!!" There goes my precious sleep again. She thought as she open her eyes and sign. Why is when even I am about to see that man’s face I have wake up from my dreams? she closed her eye again.

Can’t‍ stop crying. “She looks like‌ Ay​an‍a,” David obs‌erves. “Aro‍u‌nd the e‌yes.” ‍He’s righ​t. Kiya h‌as​ Ayan​a’s eyes. The same shape, the‍ same dep⁠th. “A​ll our girls have th‍o​se​ eyes,” Amon says. “Must be a Nakitende tryai​t from S⁠arah‍’s side.”

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

Vix stood up and walked beside Shina towards the door. She stopped short a few steps and watched as he went to open it. Standing outside were two men just a bit smaller than Vix was. One was kind of pale but still darker than Shina was and the other one had sun kissed skin like Vix. The pale one stepped up he had blue eyes and dark hair. His eyes seemed to kind of shimmer and he stepped right up to Shina and reached his hand out. Shina reacted immediately and took his hand but he used it to pull her into a hug. "It's so amazing to finally meet you." He said and when he pulled back from the hug his eyes seemed to shimmer with unshed tears. "I'm Felix, your Gamma." He said softly before steppi

After my eyes were plucked out, I lay on the operating table with two empty sockets on my face, resembling that of a broken doll. Samuel Sterling felt no guilt. He picked up my eyes to examine them and praised them, saying, "Daeleen was right. These really are a beautiful pair of eyes! I promised you, Daeleen. I will make all your wishes come true." As the anesthesia's effect slowly wore off, I could not help but cry out in pain. Samuel finally turned his attention to me as if blaming me for interrupting his memories of Daeleen.

She dropped her head immediately, entirely unwilling to look up into his dangerous eyes, and silently prayed that he would just leave her alone. Alexander noticed her lovely eyes gazing frantically down at the floor, completely avoiding his own. He was instantly enraged. He desperately wanted to see her eyes—her beautiful, expressive green eyes that perfectly revealed exactly how terrified she was of him. He fiercely wanted to see those fearful eyes looking up at him.