Drama Angel Eyes Novels & Stories

He had watched her all night, he once thought he never feared death but that night, with Amelia on the floor, he understood why death was fearful to many. As soon as she walked in, all his anger evaporated and he looked at her- he really looked at her, not just her ass and breast or her curves, but her eyes, her eyes were beautiful, but there was something else about them, they held... pain. She was beautiful, she was very beautiful and not just the normal kind of beauty, but the kind that can draw emotions from any man. She had long blonde waist length hair which curled at the end, , she was busty- not too busty though, she had nice hips and a very flat stomach, and right now she was effort

She relaxed her body in his arms and moaned. A few strands of hair were loose from her ponytail and were framing her face. He gently tucked the loose strands behind her ears. He caressed her face while staring into her eyes intensely. She did not know what he was searching for, but she was comfortable with it. She stared back into his beautiful hazel eyes and smiled. She loved his eyes, the beautiful swirl of colors in them, it was like staring out of the Galaxy at another world. His eyes seemed to be telling a story, trying to pass across a message, but she could not understand it. He held her chin with his right hand and tilted her head towards his. He bent his head and softly placed his l

But always came to the conclusion that she would never see him again. “Angel,” he whispered as he moved closer and stroked her cheek as gently as he could. Annalise flinched due to his touch. It wasn’t a fearful flinch but at his gentleness. His eyes bore into hers. She saw a myriad of emotions swarm into in grey eyes. Not knowing what to make out of it. She looked at him in shock while he stared at her. For the first time appreciated her beautiful green eyes. He had never seen green look so beautiful. She was breathtakingly gorgeous.

the tears I tried so hard to hold finally fell. "I am so sorry," he said knelling by my bedside. That was the first time I ever saw tears in his eyes. "Leave," I said pointing to the door, "Please." "I'll find a way to fix this," he caressed my cheek before leaving. When the door shut, I sat on my bed silently crying. "Mommy is going to make sure you are okay," I whispered rubbing my small baby bump. The only thing I had left was this child and I was going to protect it with everything I had even if it meant dying.

His love, the girl whom he loved more than anything in this world is no more, yet not even a single tear left his eyes. Even though he's calm there's something about him which made me realize that he's not mourning for her death but fuming with rage. His red eyes flared with hidden rage against someone, someone who caused her death. His clenched jaw, red eyes, veins popping out of his neck, and his irregular breathing depicts how cruel death he would be planning for the culprit who murdered his girlfriend aka my best friend.

He needed to see her, to be with her. The soft click of the door closing made Hailey turn. Her tear-filled eyes met his, and for a moment, they just stared at each other in silence. The pain in her eyes mirrored his own. But before she could say anything, her composure shattered. She turned away, curling into herself, her body shaking as she sobbed uncontrollably.

Damon’s POV When I got eyes on Angel entering the main hall I was lost for words, she looked absolutely drop dead gorgeous. She walked in with her friends and her eyes were scanning the room, it seemed my efforts didn’t go unnoticed as she gasped and placed her hands on her heart. Her facial features showed pure joy, and that alone made my day. As she walked through the hall and her buddy Julian headed to the table of food, my love followed Christie to the bar.

I let my eyes close before pulling it open. “Because I'm just some fucking baggage you habor in your house until you get your money's worth off from me!” My voice was high, and my tone rigid. The words slipped out of my mouth swiftly, so smooth like I had been rehearsing it for a long time. I could now stare into Angel's eyes as I watched diverse emotions flicker in his eyes. He freed my hands from his grip but stood staring at me, and then he said softly.

Billionaires always want the best for their families and she is nowhere near the best and he knows that she doesn't even have the experience. "Is he testing me or what?" "Maybe if I take care of his daughter in a living way,he will one day let go of my father's debt" Bethel thought. She smiled at Angel the moment she lit her eyes. Angel had that kind of grayish brown eyes similar to hers. She liked the little girl the very first moment her eyes found her. "Do you want anything?" She asked her. Angel shook her head. "You almost got on my dad's nerve, he was looking so angry when he came in here" Angel said, interrupting Bethel's thoughts.

Her scream echoed through the room, shrill and panicked. "Aaah!" But as soon as she spotted someone behind me, her expression morphed in an instant. Her eyes grew red-rimmed, tears welling up like a tragic heroine. "Emily, I know you despise me, but my child… my child is a life too!" I felt a strong hand seize my wrist, and I turned to find Tristan staring at me, his gaze glacial. "That's enough," he said coldly. "Emily, I asked you to come here for a civil conversation. How could you attack Faye like this?"