Novel & Cerita Eyes Of Hate

I sighed in annoyance after understanding what she is saying, she is always sick of hopeless romantic things. "I don't know when I woke up I just able to remember nothing but his brown eyes. " I specified. "And those eyes are scary?" "Sometimes they scare me, Sometimes I sense affection and sometimes I see the sadness in those eyes like I have seen them before not only once but thousands of times not in my mares but somewhere out there, " She gawks at me with wide eyes, completely stunned by listening to me. "How are you so sure?" I stayed silent at her question, trying to guess, why I feel this way to someone whom I am trying to hide and run from in my nightmares?

“You, beast! I’m taking everything I own from now on. Do you understand?” Sean just stared at me without saying a single word. Glints of pain flickered in his eyes, but I was already numb to his fake intentions. Note: unedited

His daughter was nowhere to be found, yet he spent his time flirting with another woman in his arms! Rage and the need to bring destruction kept surging into my mind and swelling into a hideous monster that threatened to flood my senses. I kicked open the door angrily, effectively shattering the romantic atmosphere. Marcus stared at me in shock. He parted his lips, looking like he was about to say something. But before he could do so, Sylvia cut him off by calling out his name lovingly. So, Marcus moved to stand before Sylvia, effectively blocking her from my line of sight. He made it seem like I could easily rip Sylvia into pieces with just my sight.

which wasn't pleasant to him not at all ! Seeing the door burst open and making a lot of noise , anger grew within Tom , he rised up to see who dared to interfere in his matters, but his eyes came in contact with the eye's of the devil , that's the name that came to his mind when he saw those murderous eyes, he can sense the killing intent in them oh ! if really, eyes can kill he will sure be dead by now .

Scared to see his pitch dark blue eyes which were filled with killing intent as he wants to strangle her to death. She reminisced about the moment of the past when he grabbed her neck, nearly choking her to death. That day, she was frightened to see his dark blue eyes filled with killing intent as she was now. Today he was looking at the same DEVIL as he looked at that day. He was staring at her with his bloodshot red eyes. It was like his stare was piercing through her soul.

Maybe they just merely ended up in the mortal world because of their missions or maybe they grew up in the mortal world like me. Yes. That's right. That woman said earlier was all true. I was called Queen Raven, Queen of the underworld. But there's more. My eyes were changing. I have 3 eyes. The one is my normal eyes which are pink and the other two are the eyes of infernum and eyes of mortem. I'm using eyes of infernum or eyes of hell when I wanted my enemy to be in hell and experience too much pain. I'm also using that when I wanted to play with them. While I'm using the eyes of mortem or eyes of death when I wanted to kill my enemy in just a snap or when I wanted to finish my fight alread

, Meena told me. His voice sounded distorted, different and menacing. His eyes… were the most daunting yet beautiful thing I have ever seen…his eyes looked diabolical, onyx-like, like obsidian-toned diamonds burning with black magic. Ember veins that usually flared in fire crevices around his eyes were now obsidian cracks. Each fissure etched around his eyes radiated fury that possessed him, promising cataclysm to be caused by his hand to those who caused his rage. Dark shadows mixed with fire blaze were hazily exuding and scrawling over his facial features.

Her eyes burned, not with fear, not with pain, but with something far more dangerous. Hatred.

Her eyes went behind him and saw the bunch of flowers kept on the table, and a cake along with some chocolates boxes. Her eyes pulled back to him in hope of finding the sort of emotion that makes her feel better always. Love, she was hoping to see love in his eyes for her like she usually sees in his eyes. Nevertheless, blinded by a thread of misunderstanding and lack of trust masked the love enough to only display the loathing and disgust in his eyes for her. What she saw in his eyes was not love..not even a bit of it….., it was pain, betrayal and a lot of hate. The kind of hate that she is afraid of, The kind of Hate that could burn her alive, The kind of hate that she can’t face, The kin

I was dressed in a tee-shirt that said BlaCK and a jean ripped on both knees and two little rips on the back thighs and that was all. I was pretty dressed up but I was so fire! He moved over to my side and sunk his hand into mine. ‘oof’, one of his friends said. ‘she’s a sweet one, dude is she yours? Or can?’, the guy was really fine, obviously mixed; he was dark-skinned with beautiful grey eyes reminds me of Beck. ‘hands-off, Jer’, he said and laughed. ‘this is OB’, he said and smiled at me. I looked up at him and smiled shyly. ‘now move away you fools you are crowding”, he said with finality and they moved away so we could pass.