Cloud Strife Eyes Novels & Stories

Belle York, my wife, was pregnant, but on our way back from getting the diagnosis, she said, “I have something to tell you. The baby is Harry’s. I also got a notice saying that my health won’t let me have another baby after this one.” When she saw my smile freeze, she took out a paternity test. Harry Grant, my brother-in-law, was indeed listed as the father. Her voice was eerily calm. “On the day you fell asleep at the back of the jeep with fever, we did it in the passenger seat, right where I’m sitting.” In an instant, I felt like I had fallen into the abyss. I opened my mouth, but it was like something was blocking my throat. As she spoke, Belle cast her eyes on her swollen belly,

I'm disappointed, Jack and I should have climbed the cliff of romance tonight, but Kevin's presence ruined it all. not long after, Lana called me. "Madam, Mr. Kevin wants to take a shower and asked Mrs. Jenny to serve him," said Lana. "It is late. Tell your master not to make trouble," I said. Kevin started to rage. He beat the bed with his hand until it bled. lana is confused. I approached Kevin with my hands on my hips. “Do it until your hands are crushed. After that we will see together if you will become stronger than before!”

His words hung in the air, a sinister ultimatum that tore at the very fabric of my being. Clyde's gaze, a turbulent storm of emotions, bore into me with an intensity. His normally impassive demeanor faltered, betraying a storm of anguish and desperation. I sought solace in his eyes, yearning for a lifeline amidst this harrowing situation. But his expression offered no respite, only a silent plea that echoed through the void of our collective despair.

Clause desperately grabbed the phone on the ground looking at himself online, livid, disgusting, vile, trampled by people, enjoying it so easily helplessly. Each transparent teardrop silently fell from the black eyes like the night sky, just those eyes did not have a ray of joy, nor sparkle like many other eyes. It was quiet, without a ripple, an eye that understood even the dust of the world. "Will dad not kill me?"

He had thought his mates' eyes were beautiful, but these eyes, they were mesmerizing, flashing from dark grey to hazel to silver. "You remember how I said the midwife saw mine and Adira marks before running to fetch the villagers?" Clary asked, desperately wanting to bury her face in her Alphas neck, to hide the eyes that had almost gotten her, and her sister and mother murdered. The eyes that it had taken her and Adira years to learn how to control and hide. "We can control it most of the time but sometimes, they just slip out. There are only two things that make us lose control like that, uncontrollable rage and uncontrollable passion" she said.

Clarissa As the blue cloud dissipated, a sudden rush of darkness overwhelmed Clarissa’s senses. Shadows swallowed the world around. A chill ran through her soul. The bond with Stefan and Blake thrummed with concern, but she was already being pulled away. She stood alone in a broken landscape. The sky was a mass of swirling black clouds, blotting out any light. The ground cracked and crumbled, swallowing remnants of once-great cities. Rivers of molten lava snaked through the land, burning everything in their path. The smell of sulfur and ash assaulted her senses.

It would destroy it all. Evander lifted his head and looked straight into Clara’s eyes, dark grey eyes like the clouds before a heavy rain. Those eyes showed curiosity needing answers to all the questions she probably had but answers she would never get. Those eyes were hungry for the truth but had somehow settled for only a version of it. He had always found her eyes peculiar, for if the eyes were the windows to the soul then in hers he saw a soul bathed in holy water, so pure even his presence in her life was not enough to leave a smear on it. It provided unexplainable peace and he knew if he stared too long, he would definitely be lost.

It just took everything that happened to get here and I would not change a single thing because every single thing led to this room, this man, this daughter, this life. Eyes open. Always, always, eyes open. Clara breathes. Rhys holds my hand. We smile.

"Open your eyes, I want to see in those deep dreamy eyes, my beautiful." Slowly she opened her eyes , they were full of love and want. A soft chuckle left his throat, seeing his shy girl turning into a tigress . Then once again he commanded her to touch herself. She never wanted to leave her grip over her friend yet she tried touching herself rolling on the bed. Seeing her like this he was getting harder, not able to stay apart he quickly grasped her hands and then entered into her slowly and slowly coaxing her. The doors were opened yet too small for a huge entry, beads of sweat were forming on the forehead. He said, " want me to come in", she nodded , he said, " it's going to hurt a bit bu

Aura The breezes were blowing roughly and the sand dunes have caused the sight to become troublesome for everyone. But there we stood, glaring at each other's eyes. The tension was at its highest and I can feel it through my guts. As he stood tall, towering over me, I could feel the warmth radiating through him. “Why are you so stubborn? Listen, i am not here to waste time on you, so just step aside and let me take what’s mine already.” he glared into my eyes.