Novel & Cerita Dreamboat Eye Contact

She rolled her eyes and exhaled deeply. "Well is there anything else you need me to do?" "Yes." Damian got up and walked to where she was. She simply looked at him and followed his every move. Soon he was right in front of her. He looked deep into her eyes. She had beautiful, deep blue eyes that could stare into your soul. He then proceeded to circle her as he talked. "You know, there is a lot I want from you."

"You'll do as I say, Lia. Avoid any eye contact with any of the men in the supplement department, do you understand?" "But — " "No buts. Come on." Smirking, I let him drag me out of the deserted marble desert floor and down a spacious hallway with navy-blue walls. At the end of it, there's a reception desk, a fleetingly, brightly-lit office beyond, packed full of analysts and traders, all paying keen attention to their computers. "Why can't I make eye contact?" I yelp when he suddenly whirls around, pressing me up against the wall and pinning me down with a ferocious, lust-filled gaze. "Because you look like you desperately want to be fucked. Any man you look at automatically takes it as an

After my eyes were plucked out, I lay on the operating table with two empty sockets on my face, resembling that of a broken doll. Samuel Sterling felt no guilt. He picked up my eyes to examine them and praised them, saying, "Daeleen was right. These really are a beautiful pair of eyes! I promised you, Daeleen. I will make all your wishes come true." As the anesthesia's effect slowly wore off, I could not help but cry out in pain. Samuel finally turned his attention to me as if blaming me for interrupting his memories of Daeleen.

Maybe in her attempt to contain her sobs, but it's no use. He removed the bite on his lip with his fingers without breaking the eye-to-eye connection. He was drowning with the emotion he was feeling for the lady who was crying her heart out in front of him. He felt connected to her in every possible way. This is a kind of emotion that he has never felt with anyone, not even with Grace. He closed the gap between them, still not breaking the eye-to-eye connection. When their faces are inches away, Infinity closes her eyes, as if waiting for the disaster to take her away. Her beautiful disaster.

“Your posture is trash. You look like you’re always waiting for something bad to happen, and you use too much fucking starch on your shirts!” “I’m just trying to look responsible,” Leon hissed. “Well you end up looking like a dunce,” I retorted. I reached out, my hands cold against the heat of his neck, and forced his chin up. “Eye contact. Don't look at the floor. Damian liked to feel like he’s conquering something, not kicking a stray dog. Look at me, confidently.” Leon’s eyes snapped to mine, wide, dark, and swimming with that confusion I loved.

I sat beside her. 'Let it be... we will meet Ella in the morning right now she needs us' Dominic sighed. I nod and sit beside her. I was just staring at her. I didn't even know how the time flew. She opened her beautiful blue eyes and looked at me. We had beautiful eye contact. Neither she's saying something nor I. we just keep staring at each other. maybe trying to read each other's emotions in their eyes.

Somia pov " CAN'T YOU SEE THE LOVE IN MY EYES IS FOR YOU . NOT FOR AIMA. I LOVE YOU . YOU SOMIA . CAN'T YOU SEE WHY AM I HERE? ENOUGH OF THIS DRAMA . I NEVER, NEVER LOVED AIMA BUT YOU , YOUR NAUGHTINESS, YOUR SIMPLICITY , YOUR EYES ,YOUR SOUL . THE GIRL I LOVE IS YOU NOT AIMA . GET THIS THING INTO YOUR DUMB HEAD . I WAS NEVER A PERSON YOU CAN LOVE SOMEONE EASILY BUT YOU , YOU CHANGED THIS COLD HEARTED SOUL INTO A LOVE SICK PUPPY. LOVE IS CONNECTION OF TWO SOULS NOT TWO BODIES" His ascendant desire rang in my ears. The passion , the love , the desire , the obsession, every single thing was well adjusted in his voice. His eyes held fury , the anger of betrayel. The hurt of getting deceived b

However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.

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?"

the director continued prattling on. Damon felt his phone buzz in his pocket, retrieved the device, and saw a message from a friend inviting him to dinner. After the disappointment with Arabella, he really needed a distraction. As Damon's gaze lifted, it collided with the captivating depth of Arabella's large, dark eyes, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through him. For a fleeting moment, time seemed to stand still as their eyes locked in an intense exchange, each silently communicating emotions too complex to articulate in words.