Aesthetic Heart Eyes Novels & Stories

So the fans wanted to dig up his material, but unfortunately, they still couldn't dig it, just forever remembering his face, especially those peach-blossom eyes. The fans will never know, the person they scolded just now and the person they are cheering right now is the same. Sure enough, they were just passers-by who only looked at a piece of the puzzle and then quickly judged the whole picture. The gif kept repeating the scene where Edward Mitchell took off his glasses and looked at her, authentically, like it contained a sea of love. Peach eyes once have feelings, like can give you the whole world. Anne Jenner quietly pressed exit.

So the fact that she's even more beautiful than she already was before, makes me even angrier. I'm about two heads taller than her now, she has fair skin that looks like snow, long curly and golden hair, a perfect body in the shape of an hourglass to put it simply with that tiny waist of hers. Not to say about the cherry on the cake… her dangerous ruby-red eyes. I had forgotten about them, but now, seeing from where I am, they make her absurdly gorgeous. And it's annoying. And now, this gorgeous creature I hate more than anything, is crying… It makes me sick.

She crumpled her fist and shut her eyes for a while before she stood up in front. Her uncle was smiling...it was an evil smile for her. She took a deep breath as she faced the whole crowd of grieving people. Aemon was in the fifth row, all his eyes were at her like he didn't want to miss any of her movements. Finally, he saw her now. She has almond hazelnut eyes. Double eyelids, thick eyelashes, pointed nose, and a heart shaped lips of her. Her face was fierce and obnoxious just like a person who loves black color. She was forced by them and she hates it. It's written all over her face right now.

"The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. The sparkle in your eyes fascinates me. They are hazel. The way your eyes grow big when you don't do anything wrong and be innocent. That's what differentiates you from others. They are beautiful. Your eyes have the power of showing the reflection of the world. I... I feel your eyes are the purest things in this world. They just can't lie. They are like an open book. Anyone can read you through them and that's what makes me afraid. I want to be the only person to read your eyes. I don't want anyone to even look into your eyes.

My mind just stopped working. I cannot even look into her eyes. They show so much pain. Every time I look into her eyes, the intensity is too much for me bare. One look at her oceanic blue orbs is like a spear piercing through my mind, body, heart, and soul. Her eyes were once the most beautiful things I had ever seen but now I cannot even look at them without feeling some weird shit.

Emma's eyes held a hidden sarcasm, but when Jadeite looked closer, he saw nothing. Unbeknownst to her, her cold demeanor seemed to project a minor issue as something significant. Felicia's heart was filled with resentment. Her beautiful eyes blinked rapidly as if cloaked in a veil of mist, radiating a beauty beyond imagination. Like tears about to fall, her fluttering eyelashes seemed to possess the charm of a pear blossom in a rain shower, moving the hearts of those who gazed upon her.

A small scar cuts through his left eyebrow, pale and thin, old enough to have faded but still visible. He’s beautiful in the way that dangerous things are beautiful. Like a storm on the horizon or a wildfire cresting a ridge. The kind of beauty that makes you want to look and run away at the same time. But it’s his eyes that stop my heart. Burning gold. Not warm or soft or inviting. Predatory.

Presumably a pair of hands. I slowly open my eyes only to be met by the most warm, sexy and charming pair of ruby eyes. My heart flutters as I get lost in his eyes, I feel my heart beating so rapidly in my ears. He looks so arrogant, and the dead look in his eyes makes him even hotter.

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.

His aura screamed danger and only danger. In the meantime his gray orbs took their time to study the woman in front of him. He knew it was a girl when he caught her that night but never imagined her to be this beautiful. There is an innocent touch in her beauty that attracted him when he laid his eyes on her. At that time her eyes were covered but now they are open like the ocean, wide and pure, deep and calm. The aesthetic beauty of her eyes were so appealing, so mesmerizing. For a second he got lost in them. That rare orbs and unmatched beauty instantly caught his attention just like how a celebrity attracts fans when they are in public.