Angel Dust Eyes Novels & Stories

And his eyes… Angelina's heart missed a beat when she saw those usually steely grey eyes. They looked so dark and cloudy, as if a very heavy storm was brewing in them. Unable to handle the ferocity of the storm, she quickly averted her gaze, moving it lower, only for it to fall on the ashtray that was on the coffee table in front of him. The ash tray that was quite full of cigarette stubs. "Oh my God! What are you doing?!"

Beautiful brown eyes stared back at me. Sylvester stared back, feeling his breathe hitch as he tried to catch his breath. For so long, he wanted to look into those eyes. And now he was. His lips wobbled into a small smile, and he sat up, leaning forward into her. Her eyes were a warm but beautiful color of brown. They sparkled brighter in the light of the evening moonlight. Her black hair was splayed across the pillows as she blinked sleepily at me. So beautiful. She looked like a Goddess. A real Angel. His angelina was back.He couldn’t help but smile as he reached to palm her cheek.

ANGELA’S POV My eyes flew open and I couldn’t breathe right. Those eyes… fuck, they were pure molten gold, feral, locked on me like I was the only thing in the world. His wolf was right there, barely leashed. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I felt it in my throat.

Her eyes immediately snapped back towards his face and her gaze broadened, seeing his eyelids moving. She immediately held back his hand more tightly. He was awake. He was finally awake. She saw him slowly opening his closed lashes and then finally her soul got its peace. She saw those beautiful and warm amber eyes staring at her. Darren was feeling too weak to even move his lashes. It was feeling like someone was crushing his body terribly till now. He had lost his strength completely. Too weak, too fragile to even take his breath until his eyes fell on those glossy silver eyes of hers. His soul, his serenity, his faith, his love, his mate, his bellissima….HIS AEREZA….

The girl moves to the side so that Dan's presence is no longer a distraction. I initially believe she is only a homeless girl who Dan has adopted. a street girl with dark hair drowning in a man's wool coat. A striking light blue hospital gown peeks out from behind the coat at me. But what draws and seduces me are her eyes. Angel eyes, where did he discover you? I mumble. Dan turns to face her, but she is no longer focused on him. Her slender, pale face is framed by those amazing, smokey blue, excessively huge eyes that search the bar.

I murmured to Angel’s pale and cold body before leaving her in her final resting place. ~ * ~ Angeline After my soul managed to stop crying for Sia, I did what the voice asked me to and opened my eyes. Blinking twice, I tried to focus on the golden blur in front of me. “Oh my Goddess!” I gasped as I finally saw her clearly. She was so beautiful. Her eyes were as silver as the moon and a soothing light radiated from her.

Desperation gripped her as she dialed his number, only to be met with the deafening void of unanswered calls. Seated before a mirror, Ellaya gazed at her reflection. The woman staring back had eyes like amethyst orbs, wide and hauntingly deep. Cascading waves of dark hair with a mystical purple sheen framed a face that defied convention. Her complexion, a delicate shade of baby pink, hinted at otherworldly origins.

Elina regained her wits and wiped the water from her forehead. “But you might need something sharp… your hands won't work…tell you what, I saw something sharp not far from here…distract act it while I get it,” Elina said breathlessly while glancing around. It was impossible to see anything with all the fog and the rain. Angel wanted to laugh, he couldn't believe a little girl was giving him orders. Before he could stop her, she already ran in the opposite direction. He didn't mind knowing it was safer that she left, turning around, Angel saw the flaming red eyes of the best, its breathing had hyped up. Steam escaped his wise nose as it advanced with predatory steps. His mission was to destro

Wisps from the messy bun on top of her head were floating lazily in the breeze, drifting across her cheek and shoulder. Jared could do one of two things here. Wake her up and check on her or let her keep sleeping and hope to god that she rolled over so he could see her glorious breasts spill out of the untied bikini. Before Jared could choose, Amy chose for him. Her black eyelashes fluttered and then lifted slowly revealing deep bottomless hazel eyes. Not green, not blue, not brown, but somewhere in between, they were the kind of eyes a man could climb inside and stay forever. Damn, that was almost romantic. Not something Jared was known for.

, Fleki whispers, “No, I can hear her heart beating.” Rubbing my eyes as they opened, briefly blinded by the late afternoon sun beaming through the forest canopy above where I lay. I squinted, and when my eyes finally focussed, I realised a pair of eyes glistening with gold, and long black lashes that curled upwards, so intensity that made me gasp, were staring right back at me. “Please don't hurt me “. Frantically I started searching the ground for something to protect myself with. Then, realising my search was futile, I abruptly sat up, trying to muster as much dignity as I could.