Novel & Cerita Angry Tiger Eyes

Holy Jesus! Tiger, yes, it was Tiger. Oh! Shit. I came back opening the door. Fluttered! He fluttered his lashes and opened his eyes again and again. Tiger literally blinked his eyes more than five times to confirm the view in front of him. He wasn’t able to avert his eyes from me. “Am I looking like a clown?” I tittered whilst mirroring myself. His gaze made me doubt myself. “No… in fact you are….” He muttered. Squinted! He squinted his eyes whilst having my view from top to bottom. His mouth fell wide open in awe as he was awestruck by the frame in front of him.

Physical damage became boring, and I had to wait too long for her recovery for a new round. “Is this all?”- I swigged the whiskey in my glass. As I was about to leave, fuck-wit Naevres mind-linked me, and I almost choked with whiskey. “Boss, we have a problem. She escaped” I paled and then flared with fire as anger consumed me. I could feel the blaze rising under my skin and overtaking my eyes and stupid pentagram insignia. That one always reveals my emotions, especially anger. The fire flares in my pentagram runes when anger consumes me. And my eyes, fucking hell, they always morph to fiery blaze colour when I am infuriated. And the flames in my irises are timid version of my anger, when it

This moment must be hard for him and for reasons I really can't explain I want to be here for him. I follow the smell into his study. He’s there, sitting in the dark, a glass of something strong clutched in his hand. His veins are taut, his jaw clenched. But it’s his eyes that stop me cold, they're no longer the rare silver-green I know, but a deep, glowing gold, burning with rage. I gasp. The sight sends a shiver down my spine. Those eyes are not just angry, they’re dangerous.

His daughter was nowhere to be found, yet he spent his time flirting with another woman in his arms! Rage and the need to bring destruction kept surging into my mind and swelling into a hideous monster that threatened to flood my senses. I kicked open the door angrily, effectively shattering the romantic atmosphere. Marcus stared at me in shock. He parted his lips, looking like he was about to say something. But before he could do so, Sylvia cut him off by calling out his name lovingly. So, Marcus moved to stand before Sylvia, effectively blocking her from my line of sight. He made it seem like I could easily rip Sylvia into pieces with just my sight.

I felt my blood freeze as I stared into the cold eyes of Lucian. My jaws dropped and I stuttered, searching for an explanation for my presence in the tunnel. “I… uhm… I…" “Be quiet!" A voice growled behind me and my breath hitched. I slowly cranked my head backward and found Killian's angry eyes on me. The beautiful blue eyes had turned dark. He walked close to the tiger and brushed his hand through its fur, teasing it. The tiger released a low, submissive growl, its tail hanging loosely. It got up on its fours and directed those dangerous red eyes at me before walking away into the dark chamber where I had met it.

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.

As I stared in his angry eyes, I tried to figure out what his problem was with me. The way that he was staring at me was too scary. Like all the fury in the world was gathered into his eyes just for me. His eyes flickered from me to Elliot and back, glaring at the both of us as if he wanted to kill us one by one.

His eyes were burning with anger seeing her so scared and afraid. He moved towards her, engulfing her in a hug. He tried to calm her down but he couldn't instead she was trying to break free from his embrace. "Leave me alone!" She yelled in anger, her nails piercing through his skin. "Please!" Her body was getting hot and she was losing control of her mind. She thought...she thought she had finally gotten over it all, she thought she had finally gotten over her emotions and her past but it seems she was still stuck in it.

I sadly add. "I sorta can," Nate shocks me by saying. I look at him with large eyes until he elaborates. I was pleased to see he face was clear tonight, no glasses of any kind guarding his eyes, which he blushed madly about when it was the first thing I said to him when he got into my car. "I can see better in the dark. Bright lights are what irritate my eyes. But when it's dark, I can see outlines of things. Like if you put up your fingers," he reaches down and grabs my hand in his and my breathing instantly hitches in my chest, "I can tell you're holding up three of them."

He grabs my chin and force me to look him in the eyes. “Uncle! LET HER GO!!” The room trembles under the weight of his fury, a tempest brewing within his very being. His eyes blazed like two fiery orbs filled with a dark, smoldering intensity that wants to consume everything in their path. His clenched fists trembles, knuckles as white as snow. His fighting hard to control the overwhelming surge coursing through his veins. “If you dare harm even a hair on her head, I will end your life here.” His voice emerged, a thunderous roar that pierce the air, like a lightning bolt, his words filled with so much venom, each syllable dripping with the acid of his wrath. The hair on the back of my neck r