Bawah Mata Hitam Dan Berkerut Novels & Stories

The once heavy and undulating eyes of Jom popped open once again clearly struggling against its lids which seemed like things now imbued with the power of a lead

Dis had an extremely irritated look plastered across his face, but that didn't bother me as much as the condition in which he had let himself slip. I shook my head as I looked Dis up and down. His eyes were always black, but they were darker than usual with rings surrounding them. His normally well-kept short black hair was growing out and in desperate need of grooming. His well-defined jawline was hidden by a thick black scraggly beard that needed to be removed. And I swear he must be losing weight, as his Godly body didn't look as muscular as it used to. No, this won't do at all.

The hard face, overgrown with prickly bristles, was devoid of any expression, and in the eyes ... in the eyes of the dead wasteland. Lesana had never seen such a heavy look before. It did not reflect any feelings, no spark of fun, no curiosity, no fatigue. Nothing. And there were eyes, expressionless looking from under black straight eyebrows, as gray as a cloudy winter sky. And just as cold. And the right cheek of the kref was disfigured by a white welt of an uneven scar.

Angela looked at her mother's face and noticed a blue mark beneath her eye, "he hit you again didn't he" Her mother is beautiful in all aspects. Her smile shines like the sun at sunrise; she has black hair with shimmering sprays of white, long, and smooth curls like noodle spaghetti. Her eyes are black and round, filled with love even though one eye is blue; when she laughs, you can see a beautiful love on the side of her cheek.

Seorang cewek berkacamata mengangkat tangan. “Lama waktu saat seseorang menggunakan Bakat tidak boleh lebih dari dua jam,” cewek itu berujar. “Atau setidaknya, hingga tubuh mulai merasa tidak mampu lagi mengeluarkan kekuatan. Gejalanya adalah pusing, lemas, sesak napas, dan mata berkunang-kunang. Jika tetap dipaksakan, maka akan menyebabkan kematian.” Pak Zub bertepuk tangan tiga kali dan bertanya, “Siapa namamu?”

I breathed, my voice barely audible above the night’s whispers. He turned slowly, his face etched with a weariness that went beyond simple fatigue. His eyes, usually so bright and full of life, were shadowed, dulled with a bleakness that chilled me to the bone. Dark circles underscored their intensity, evidence of sleepless nights and heavy burdens. His jaw was clenched so tightly that his usually strong features seemed almost gaunt.

His r‌ibs strain‌ed against sweat-slicked skin‍. His eyes had gone almost black. His pupils were blown⁠ wide, unrecogni‌zable, feral.⁠ No te‍nd‍e‍rnes‌s remained. There was only hu‍nger, rage, and somethin‌g fundamen‌tally brok‌en.‌

Her long silky hair was terribly a mess in its entanglement. A crease formed around her brows above her tightly shut eyes, as she tried to come awake of what was heating directly on her pretty face. Her body felt too weak to stand up from the bed and adjust the window curtains, which just made her turn her face to the other side of the bed.

Head bowed, eyes dark. “I can't do this anymore.”

If her figure wasn't bad enough , her face was horrible enough to make babies cry for months . Her eyes were sunken , swollen and rheumy . Her face simply screamed desolation and despair . Her tears were falling like waterfalls and her beautiful blonde hair has turned into wispy, stringy white tufts of hair . Her lips cracked and bleeding as if she has been chewing on them for ages .