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She then removed the cloth from the canvas and took a few moments to focus on the painting. Her gaze was drawn to the painting of a woman with tears in her eyes, looking down at the ground. Angela sobbed as she gazed at the canvas. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. "It's me," she said quietly, her mouth agape. "Yes, Angela," The Crying Lady, "is you."

She looks so strong and powerful, it's hard to know what's she's been through. After many long, silent minutes, I finally pull into the garage of the castle. I unbuckle my seatbelt, and glance at Grayson as I slide out the door. She's quietly sitting in the seat, leaning on the window, with her seatbelt still buckled in. Her eyes are staring into space, deep in her thoughts. I can't help but notice how her eyes look a bit more dull compared to the bright, vibrant green they were before. I walk out of the car and make my way to the other side, opening the door for her.

The fierce determination in her eyes spoke of a resilience that would not be broken, even by the deepest wounds of her past. She thought back to Arthur's cold, piercing blue eyes – the eyes that had once held her captive with their enigmatic allure. They were now but a distant memory, a shadow of a time when she had been blinded by love and unable to see the true darkness lurking beneath his charms. How naïve she had been, how foolish to have trusted him so completely. Her jaw clenched at the memory of his betrayal, but she quickly released it, knowing that holding onto that anger would only serve to keep her tethered to the past. "I must heal," she murmured, determination returning to her g

She took out the cigar and she puffed out the smoke dropping it on the body. There was an uproar of fire from the bodies causing the men to take few steps backward. Sambora marched out of the scene with her battalion as life went out of leah slowly. The colour of her eyes turned yellow and she roared loudly as the fire consumed her. Elsa's eyes blinked open as she turned the other side of the bed. "Sounded like a roar." She said rubbing her eyes. The rising sun pierced into her eyes and she yawned loudly. She rolled to the left and paused.

He kept his eyes open seeing her flushed face,whereas her eyes were tightly closed. The position changed and her mouth was covered by his mouth once again. She wanted him inside her yet he was letting the fire reach its peak. "Open your eyes, I want to see in those deep dreamy eyes, my beautiful."

I thought as I awaited her yelling She rolled her eyes. "You turned out to be a Pervert after all!" She turned to leave "Hey wait! You look beautiful when you are angry" I said trying to switch the topic even though I'm being sincere. My eyes moved to her bosom and i can't stop looking, sweet Jesus my eyes won't land me in trouble one day, I hope I won't get slapped, as I was thinking of all these, I'm still unable to avert my eyes.

She stared at my eyes. “I gave you my grace, your left eye holds my grace. The person who will stare at your eyes will see his/her destination, ”I couldn't move when he suddenly hugged me and she whispered,“ I promise to come back and redeem my grace. I will be back after one hundred and forty three years.” “No, you don’t ...” I tried hard to move and to stop her, but she had a power that I can’t even fight. I cried, I cried. I felt the warmth of my tears down to my cheeks that even the cold of the rain made me numb.

She couldn’t explain why, but there was something unsettlingly familiar about her. The young lady had sapphire-blue eyes, and the moment Aurora saw them, they instantly reminded her of Maverick’s eyes. Her eyes were cold, and from the stern expression etched across her face, she seemed like someone who wasn’t to be messed with. Her hair was also pure white, cascading all the way down to her waist. She lifted her hand up in the air and began to chant a spell… loud and clear. “By moon and shadow, by blood and bone, let the truth be silenced and the will be broken. Let darkness answer my call and bend another to my command!”

At Dante and Nikolai and Enzo standing at the edge of the floodlit circle watching her with three different expressions that all meant the same thing. It was over. She had to know it was over. Her eyes moved across the field one more time. Calculating. Measuring. And then they stopped. They stopped on something behind me and to the left. Her expression changed. Just slightly. Just enough. Something in her eyes lit up. Bright and sudden and deeply wrong. Like she had just seen a way out.

Her hair,always curled and glossy, was pulled into a tight bun at the nape of her neck, almost painfully neat, as though she believed if she could just hold her appearance together, maybe she could hold her life together too. But it was her eyes that told the real story. Those infamous eyes. Once filled with cunning charm, ambition, and a thousand secrets. Eyes that had seduced boardrooms and disarmed suspicions. Now they were dulled, bloodshot, layered in shadows. There was no mischief left in them, only fear. Only weariness. Only shame. She stood just inside the door and didn't meet Christian's eyes. Her gaze danced around the edges of the room, anywhere but at the man she once destroyed.