Bright Eyes Letting Off The Happiness Novels & Stories

Bright broke the hug and looked at me with eyes filled with love. His lips broke into an adorable smile and a few wrinkles appeared around his eyes. My jaws almost started hurting because of the constant smiling. We stared into each other's eyes which felt too good ever to end. And I felt bad to break that trance between us.

[--Kaiser Volkov--] She’s happy. Truly happy, and it shows in every little detail—the brightness of her face, the sparkle in her eyes, the way her laughter seems lighter than usual. It’s like a weight has been lifted off her shoulders, one I’ve seen her carry for far too long. Watching her like this, standing under the wide open sky with the stars beginning to twinkle above, I feel a surge of warmth in my chest. There’s something so pure about seeing someone you care about rediscover a moment of joy, especially when you know what they’ve been through.

The girl who takes off her glasses and everyone sees how beautiful she is, the way a man loses himself to the otherwise antagonized protagonist? None of those common tropes compare to the sparkle she hides behind those dark brown eyes. Holy shit. Her eyes find me, and Evelyn’s smile brightens, her a beautiful bubble gum pink that surrounds her stark white teeth.

Everything was dark for a whole two freaking minutes. I could fill the pain, and later I became immune to the so-called pain. I became tired of shutting my eyes close, so I finally decided that it would be best if I at least tried to open my eyes because embracing death with a mighty smile is what makes one a legend...Well! This is just from my y mentality. I forced my eyes open. Not minding the pain. Finally! When my eyes were finally shut open, all that I could see were bright lights. The light was so bright that I knew that I made my way to heaven above.

They were a striking shade of beautiful blue, like deep sapphire pools, reflecting the tranquillity of the morning sky. Embarrassment flushed through me, my cheeks warming with a blush as I stood there, caught in the midst of my clumsy mishap. Yet, his expression softened, and a warmth radiated from his beautiful blue eyes. They held a tenderness that made my heart flutter, a connection that spoke of shared moments and unspoken emotions. Even in this vulnerable state, his eyes conveyed a reassurance, as if to say, "It's alright, Nesta."

My eyes were bright—almost shockingly bright, lit up from the inside in a way that had nothing to do with the lighting in this bathroom. I looked like a woman who had been thoroughly and completely claimed by a man who wanted her. I looked, I realized with some surprise, happy. Genuinely, radiantly, unmistakably happy.

Soon, the flames were crackling, casting dancing light over the clearing. Sitting by the fire, I found myself staring at the orange glow, my thoughts drifting to Liam. “He’s my baby,” I said suddenly, the words breaking the silence. Ryker looked at me, waiting. “Liam. His eyes…” My voice caught for a second, and I forced myself to breathe. “They’re the brightest shade of blue. He laughs with his whole body. And when he cries… ” I shook my head, smiling faintly. “I’d give anything to hold him again.”

I want to move close and breathe it in, but getting close to Scarlet is a bad fucking idea. Clearing my throat, I tear myself away before this semi turns into a full erection. “How are you able to keep your eyes open?” she laughs, blinks hers open for just a few seconds. “I have superpowers.” “Well, then use them and chop up the rest of the onion.” That smile looks so good on her, even with the red, watery eyes. She goes to the sink, washes her hands, and rubs her eyes. “Okay…that’s a little better. But, oh my God, I had no idea it got that bad!”

In the picture, I was smiling so wide my eyes disappeared. That was the happiest moment of my life. The End