Desire Eyes Novels & Stories

She watched Echo learn him, felt it at the edge of her own awareness, the way she always felt it now, a gentle peripheral presence rather than an invasive one. She watched what Echo showed him. She could not see it directly. But she could read it in his face. The slow wonder that moved across it. The way his mouth curved, not the desperate hungry expression of the festival loops, not the glassy disconnection of someone being pulled under. The expression of someone being shown something they had been afraid to want and finding out that the wanting was allowed. That it was safe. That desire did not have to mean loss of self. Tears moved down his face without him noticing them.

I pant, desperate. His head snaps up. His eyes are black with blown pupils, jaw clenched so tight a muscle ticks under the skin. There’s raw hunger there, something dark and starving, and seeing it on his face—knowing I did that—snaps something inside me. I cum like a fucking freight train.

And directly across from him—Noah Reyes. Up close, he looked even more unfair. Hazel eyes, long lashes, a slow, confident smile that made people lean closer without realizing it. Ethan could smell him: cedar, fresh grass, something darker underneath that made his pulse spike. Noah’s gaze lifted. For half a second their eyes locked. Something flickered there—surprise, maybe curiosity. Then Noah looked away with a lazy grin like it meant nothing. The game started. Bottle spin. Truth or dare. Confessions about crushes, embarrassing stories, a ridiculous dare involving someone singing karaoke on the coffee table.

She was gone. Nathaniel jolted awake, his breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps. The scent of smoke lingered in his mind, the heat still clinging to his skin, even though the room around him was cool and dark. He pressed his palms against his eyes, willing the memory to fade. It never did. -------------- Nathaniel flicked his lighter open, watching the tiny flame dance before snapping it shut. The scent of burning fuel always sent him back to that night. He exhaled slowly, shoving the lighter into his pocket.

She yelped at my sudden intrusion and looked up at my face with wide eyes. Fuck! I was breathing hard and I felt like something was tickling my stomach and I could feel my heart race at her innocent eyes. Her face was blemish-free and her eyes were aqua blue and it looked pure. I could say that she was not a bad person and she didn't commit any sins just by looking at her face. Maybe she had committed some mistakes in her life but nothing big. I gulped at the sight of her. Was it possible for me to get tempted? She makes me wanted to do sinful things to her.

You know when your mind sees something that is so utterly beautiful, so unworldly that it distinctively focuses on the pinnacle of its interest, zeroing in on that magnificent sight, having everything else blur in the background? That's what Nate's eyes did to me. The golden, caramel orbs locked on mine and it was all I could see. His eyes are red rimmed as if the surgery was still taken its toll but his face is bare and so responsive. The butterflies, the ones that have become paralyzed a few weeks back, twitch and flutter when Nate's pupils dilate and his clear, breathtaking eyes roam around my face before dropping down my body.

Desa and Rosco looked at each other. "They are right, we can't just hope to win this battle only by what we noticed, we should know them, everything, what they are doing, what they will do, all their plans," Desa said. As she took a deep sighed, her eyes darted on where Cassandra was standing. "Cassandra?" "Yes?" she answered quickly. "I want you to be scout inside the Moon Desire Kingdom." Cassandra's eyes widen, she even looked at her mother that seems like signaling not to accept what Desa wants to happened.

I couldn't just place my hands on it. She had ordered coffee but barely touched it, her eyes darting everywhere but me. After what felt like eternity, she spoke. "Fabian, I cannot do this anymore," "I need something more. And you are just not enough." She continued still not meeting my eyes. I felt my whole world stop, because the Mia that I know would never leave me. I wanted to cry but I couldn't, men shouldn't cry. What do you mean something more, I wanted to ask but kept mute. Of course she wanted more, we are no longer in highschool. She needs someone that spoils and showers her with gifts.

I can see lust and desire . But I look terrified by what he is doing . Wait a sec . Am I losing ? "Or what?" Oh God I really need to tape my fucking mouth. He smirked even more " you really don't wanna know baby ." For heaven's sake. Men . Calm down . Fuck Amy. Breath in . Breath out . Just like that . Repeat it . Don't look into his eyes . Don't. Ahh where is my control ? I looked into those amber eyes . I feel like I'm just lost in them . They are so freaking deep .

"So after such a long time, we are done with playing hide and seek." It is well known that my mother, Thalassa, is beautiful and elegant, and I get my looks from her. Due to the absence of our father, we are poorly treated. Just yesterday I was beaten because a few omegas think I am seducing a warrior they fancy with my purple eyes. Yes, that is the reason for my almost half of measery. My eyes are purple, the most unique eye color. I have a little omega envy because of these two gems.