Aesthetic Heart Eyes Novels & Stories

"Hey…" I heard his soothing voice as he gently took my hands, which were still covering my tear-streaked face. I remained hunched over, tears flowing silently. I waited for him to speak, my breath hitching with anticipation, as he continued to hold my hands. Slowly, I allowed myself to look at him through my blurry vision. His eyes, up close, held a tenderness that contrasted sharply with the turmoil in my heart. His eyes were unique, bearing no resemblance to Ares. They were deep and soulful, framed by thick eyebrows and long eyelashes that matched the intensity of his gaze.

"Do you know that I had to touch that damn slave with my hands because you were LATE. It sucks! And YOU caused all of this!" He wiped the blood from his fingers with my face and then pinched my chin. "do not pretend to be mute. Answer me with your mouth, WHY are you late?" I was forced to look up and meet his eyes. Austin had a fake eyeball made of sapphire and resin placed in his left eye. The blue of the sapphire was pure and beautiful. His right eye, however, was natural grey-blue. I tried not to stare at his left eye, but it was hard for me to ignore the weirdness.

The blue decoration with black flame draws my attention just like the walls full of designs and drawings. I look at the counter in front of me, where a brown hair girl laughs at something that a black-haired boy tells her who is leaning on the counter to talk to her very close to her face. The sound of the door attracts the attention of both and I am surprised by the change of attitude of the boy who eliminates the light smile that he kept on his lips a second ago and his face becomes expressionless, his body is full of tattoos that go down from his neck, even his hands; the only place that is saved is his face; his eyes are also an amazing quirk given that he has heterochromia, which one of

And right at the heart of this game was Damien, with his inscrutable eyes and words as sharp as whips. But if there was one thing she knew, it was that she couldn't afford to let her guard down-not for a second. Not with so much on the line.

In the grip of anger, Ahil had forcefully draw her closer, and for a fleeting moment, it felt like he had submerged himself in the abyss of her profound, ebony eyes. It wasn't just a gaze; it was as if her eyes wielded a magical force, slowly entrancing him.

Our skins were not of the same shade, but I applied some of the cream on the skin of his big cheekbone, making it less visible. He was so attractive! With a wet wipe, I cleaned the blood on his lip and chin gently, gazing at his perfect mouth. I bit my lower lip in concentration, hoping I could conceal how my actions were affecting my emotions. He was watching me with his dark blue irises, causing the butterflies in my stomach to flutter their wings.

“Ever since I was a kid, I fell in love with the way Renoir and Camille Pissarro painted this city. And the thousands of photos I’ve seen…Yes, Paris is my city.” She smiled, then saw he had bread crumbs caught in his scarf. For some reason, seeing him sitting there wearing his sophisticated scarf and superbly tailored coat, and Italian shoes with crumbs down his front made her heart squeeze in her chest. How could a man be so devastatingly attractive yet so boyishly appealing at the same time? Suddenly, Blaze remembered something one of Fabien’s girlfriends from long ago had once said to her. ‘It’s not his devastatingly good looks or his gorgeous, perfect body or how absurdly smart he is tha

The baby pinkish glittering eye shades she's wearing add a touch of magic, enhancing the sparkle in her gaze. As Aayu approaches me, I can feel my heart racing. I can't help but think how incredibly lucky I am to have such a tender lover by my side. Each feature of hers seems like a gift, carefully crafted by the heavens. Is she an Apsara from paradise, or something even more extraordinary? I watch in awe as she comes closer, her beauty becoming even more intoxicating. Her presence fills the room, captivating my every throb. My jaw falls effortlessly, a silent testament to the overwhelming effect she has on me.

And then our eyes met. It felt like something pierced through my heart. And they consumed me the second they met. Took me back, back to the first day I met her when she broke my camera. She was beautiful, I thought she had beautiful eyes.. and right now kneeling here in front of her, I could tell they were indeed beautiful. My body grew hot under her stare because her eyes suddenly darkened and became small. I've never seen her like this before but I bet you she looked even sexier than she's ever did since I met her.

Both were shocked with this incident, Anya looks up and collides with his blue-green eyes. Anya raise her finger and traces on Sebastian's eyes making him shiver with her touch "Your eyes are so beautiful, so pure without any malice." Anya stares into his eyes with admiration and fascination then says "Why you always filled them with negative emotions? Or else they are the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen in my life." Hearing her words Sebastian holds her waist and pulls her closer to him then he touches his forehead with her and mumbles "Stop me before I lose control."