I Can See Everything Novels & Stories

" I try to concentrate and see a Blaze figure in my head. I try to find out what Blaze sees right now...where his whereabouts...and what is how condition. I closed my eyes and concentrate harder...what I See .. is the same as what Blaze see .... And Blaze is seeing.. 'What the F.....!'

I know this is a line you must have heard a thousand times, but I’ll say them any ways. Whenever we bump into each other, I always wish I have enough courage to speak to you but I get stuck with this thought In my head . "how can I compete with all of them? Would she ever give me a chance?” The sight of you today was breathtaking, seeing you smile always is dreams come true for me. I love the way that your eyes sparkle whenever I look at them, the way your lips slide up a bit whenever you are about to say something funny, the way you take charge, and even the way you study in your private time.

In no time at all, my warriors have managed to set into him, and I watch with glee as spurts of his blood continue to paint the grass beneath him an even darker red. The answer is right in front of me, clear as day. The moment I spot it, it’s like some sort of filter has been unlocked, or like a veil has been lifted–everywhere I turn, I can see it, a glaringly obvious thing. In one rebel’s snapping jaws. In another’s unsteady gaze. In a third’s dizzying attempt to spin around. “They don’t know what to do with their bodies,” I murmur to Ivy. She looks over at me, eyes wide with intrigue. “What?”

Beyond the smiling expression I can't see through to the truth I'm fine just smiling along with you Even if someone wrote me a hint I can't read it because it's written too small I can only start digging little by little Still, I don't want to wear glasses Even if I open my eyes the entire day I'm busy looking at all the things That are so clear to see I'm already tired from everything I don't need to see every small, black thought I'm already tired from everything I don't need to read all the fine print I don't want to wiеld a sword to find The things you worked so hard to hide I'm finе just getting fooled by you Is there something behind the rainbow It's too far, I can't see it

Completely neutral. "I noticed," I say. Equally neutral. He squeezes my hand. "Monday?" "Monday," I say. We walk. And somewhere in the city, in an office we will both be standing in seventy two hours, something is beginning that neither of us can fully see yet. Good, I think. I have always done better with the thing I cannot fully see yet. Always.

in secret. Pai patted Siri’s arm gently, “Siri, you know..you know I don’t need much..I don’t like..It’s okay. I understand being you, you have to do things. I am happy just knowing you care and love me, I..I don’t want to cause problems..”

Water droplets from a pipe leak echo in her ears. She closes her eyes. Her body hurts like hell. The pounding pain in her skull seems to go on forever. She can move but is useless because she has been attempting to find the exit but has failed numerous times. She screams every time she hears movement from a distance. She smells her waste and pees. What a fuck. She cries a lot and screams a lot, resulting in a harsh voice from deep within her throat. She's hungry. She can't recall her last meal. The shadow is forgetting about her.

"I thought you were arrogant and cold." He laughed. "I was arrogant and cold. But you saw through it. You saw me. The real me." "Because I was invisible too," I said quietly. "We were both invisible. And somehow, we saw each other." He turned me to face him. His hands cupped my face. His dark eyes were soft. Full of love. "I will spend the rest of my life seeing you, Anna. Every day. Every moment. I will never let you disappear again."

I don't wanna let you down I don't wanna lead you on I don't wanna hold you back From where you might belong Anya saw Karan standing beside her and she continues You would never ask me why My heart is so disguised I just can't live a lie anymore I would rather hurt myself Than to ever make you cry There's nothing left to say, but goodbye Anya fastened her pace and Nakul matched her with his violin, Anya and Nakul were showing a perfect and mesmerising contrast of slow and fast notes.

«I know you know what I know, but not what I can tell... because you didn't see what I saw, you didn't hear what I heard. What you know is nothing. What you know is dead... If you want to see me, close your eyes, don't be afraid, maybe the darkness can show you a little of who I am and the silence can tell you about me. Don't be afraid, come on; lower your eyelids, but; I warn you; later you will have a phobia of opening them.