Bright Eyes Letting Off The Happiness Novels & Stories

It makes me want to cry. A painting of me. The central figure—a solitary face—emerges from a backdrop of deep, brooding colors that seem to absorb all light. My eyes, brimming with raw, unspoken emotions, the intensity. The rich, dark hues of the canvas, ranging from shadowy blues to somber grays, so somber, melancholic atmosphere, amplifying the depth of sadness in the eyes, my eyes. So many details, I look tortured but at the same time there's something free about the painting and my eyes they look bright and happy. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

But it takes a second to fully register what’s actually happening. Laney practically short circuits and is speechless I think for the first time in her life. That is until we land on the sexiest eyes we’ve ever seen. Especially under the pale blue of the moonlight, his crystal blue eyes are even more pronounced. But it's his smile that lights up when we lock our sights on each other. I pull away from my grandmother as Laney absolutely loses her shit.

Everything is always blurry, everything but his eyes from where I stand every time. His eyes are entrancing, the sparkle of gold, like lighting throughout the emerald green capturing anyone who locks onto them, the shimmer and sparkle they project, with the hint of black around the edges giving you the sense of mystery they hold. Never knowing if it's pain and sadness or joy and happiness within them. This is the only thing I get to see when I'm looking through my own eyes in my dream, then I am back to standing there in the distance.

I just need… Blue eyes form behind my eyes, I close mine tightly willing the image to disappear. I open my eyes quickly and flip Bailey over, looking into her dig doe browns. I wildly buck into her, but her face becomes blurry and the image of a blonde with those electric blues comes flooding back skewing my vision.

I’m about to use Emerald’s eyes again when a vision overwhelms me. ** I see Alpha Everly’s eyes glow menacingly. They are now a glowing iridescent white, incredibly spooky. Light swirls around her as she brings vines up from the ground. There are creatures with red eyes surrounding her, pressed to kill. The creatures are pitch black, twisted and evil. While they fear her light, they are charged with one motivation: snuff out the light. She can’t do this alone. She needs help. I see a pair of hazel eyes before me. They close with finality. I see the same vision, but with a pair of bright blue eyes. There is a feeling of sorrow that washes over me.

I wouldn’t be looking at my beautiful mate holding my pup. “You are amazing, you know.” Felicity smiled, looking up at me with her beautiful blue eyes. I felt mine well with tears again. I thought I may never see those eyes again. “Why are you crying baby?” she asked, looking worried. “I am just so happy right now. My life feels complete.” I noticed her eyes glass over slightly. Helena stirred in her lap, opening her tiny eyes. They were blue, just like Felicity’s and she had a full head of dirty blond curls.

Grace- He opened his eyes, with a wide smirk appearing on his lips. He was laughing at me, my stupidity because I thought I could win, I could escape, from the hell he created. But I take the charge, I burn the walls, and I break free. He didn’t budge from his place; he wasn’t scared of death I saw it in his eyes. His jade green eyes, deep, vibrant green that look almost like turquoise smiled before his lips curved upwards.

“Her smile. Her eyes. She has the most expressive eyes. I can’t even begin to describe them. When she’s down or something is bothering her, they seem to go a dull blue. There’s no happiness within them. But the moment she’s happy, they sparkle, and it makes me think there’s no place else I can find that high she creates, you know?”

The sound came from Nelly, her bright smile and sparkling eyes a stark contrast to the initial fright she had given me. Nelly's eyes shone with excitement as she bounced up and down, her ponytail bobbing behind her. Beside her, Brittany stood serenely, her emerald eyes observing the scene with a quiet intensity. Her blond hair cascaded down her back in soft waves, framing her heart-shaped face.

My heart jumped with happiness, and I tried to keep it in check so Bright wouldn’t notice how desperate I was. It was him. Bright. He walked into the room with a distant look in his eyes, but when he saw me, he gave me a tender smile. He looked tired and worried, but his expression softened when he saw me. It wasn’t just any smile, not one out of obligation. It was a genuine smile. One of those signature Bright smiles that seemed to come from the honest side of his heart, those smiles that softened his whole face, lit him up and made him incredibly attractive.