Fix My Eyes On You For King And Country นิยาย & เรื่องราว

) we both chuckle at her comment. ( Stand in front of your mirror if you have one ) I get up and do as I’m told, I notice my eyes are now glowing Silver { you look beautiful, I’m happy to see that you’re unharmed and healthy my love } then in my mind I began to see an image forming and take shape and I could see him in my mind and he smiled at me [ there you are my King ] { right here waiting for my Queen } ( okay guys, times up I can feel someone approaching ) the Silver disappears from my eye and I dry the stray tears that are rolling down my cheeks from seeing my mate that I’m missing like crazy.

Yes I do but please don't tell the king I touched it " I could see a little hit of surprised in his eyes but he didn't say anything ,I raised my head up to take a closer look at his face,I was mesmerized by his beautiful ,how can a man be this handsome what caught my attention was his eyes ,it was blue like an ocean but something in them was screaming " Run for your life "

He is anti-happiness. “Eyes on her form, not me.” Both Liam and Tom straightened like guilty schoolboys. I froze mid-punch, realizing just how close Liam had been correcting my stance. Uh oh. King is always triggered by this. “Relax Alpha” Tom said with a grin. “We’re just admiring her progress.” “Don’t! That is not why you are here” King ground out his tone low and dangerous. Liam cleared his throat and stepped back. “Alright, Gianna. Let’s see that left hook again.”

Dean’s POV “The King is majestic and masculine. Not a monster.” But my protest goes unheard, as she just continues to mindlessly stick her photos upon the wall. It doesn't help my frustration when she adds, “How are you so sure? You’ve not seen the King’s face either! He could actually have four eyes, and I’ve even drawn one less.” I try my best to control my eyeballs from glaring out, only releasing an exasperated sigh at this pointless conversation. There's clearly no point arguing with her!

My eyes immediately land on the dais, where the King and Queen are seated, their attention fixed on a woman venting her grievances. As we step inside, the entire hall turns towards us, their gazes piercing and judgmental. They greet us with bows, their heads bowed low as we pass by. My feet stumbles, so does my heart, and I resist the urge to grasp Rune's fingers to steady myself. The King's gaze is fixed on me—I can feel it—just as I keep my eyes on him, peering through lowered eyelashes. His icy green eyes track every step I take towards him. When we reach the foot of the dais, Rune inclines his head, and the grieving woman steps away, giving us a wide berth. "Father."

At least that was his opinion. "Her...? Her eyes..?" The king's gaze was turning red, which showed that he was getting angry with his question, by all the heavens and the gods, dramux save me please, and as if he had been heard, there was the brunette with his expression so equal to that of the king.

Jimmy whispered. "No." "You should look at me." the young man repeated. "I am not an expert, but I know that dance partner should always look at each other's eyes during a valse." Taegen sighed and finally looked at him. Jimmy smiled at him and pulled his jacket gently to get him closer. The King cleared his throat, a little unshaken because of his sudden action. His eyes started changing colours again, they shifted from a deep grey to a nocturne blue. He pressed his lips and looked away again.

the lady replied smoothly. From the corner of her eye, Emma saw Mrs. King smiling warmly at Martha, while Mr. King remained entirely focused on his phone. Deeply relieved that the master of the house wasn't paying attention to her yet, Emma took the opportunity to assess the lady's appearance. The woman was stunning. She appeared to be in her late forties, yet the flawless smoothness of her complexion and the sheer elegance of her luxury clothing gave her the appearance of being effortlessly, timelessly beautiful. Her eyes were honey-coated—easily the most stunning hazel eyes Emma had ever seen.

He held my eyes for a long while then let out a dry laughter. “ Do you realize that you will only be on the losing end of this?.” He said with a smirk on his face. I hated that smile. That glow. That satisfaction he had. It made me want to dust it off him and watch him suffer and be sad to just like I am right now. “ Sign the fucking thing, Clinton.” I yelled, pain obvious in my voice and I hated it. Hated that he had to see me in this way. Hated that she had to see me like this too with that smile of achievement on her lips.

Only then she understood the words, 'a man who really makes a woman’s heart pound. If only those eyes staring at the book would look at her, just as much as she wanted to brush his hair away from his face. “If I embrace you, would I distract that curiosity of yours?” Asked Neil, grabbing her chin making her face him. Keanna faintly smiled at those words. “Yes.” He was the King, fulfilling his wishes was a must. All she had to do was lay still and wait for the night to pass. “What does that smile mean?” “It means it’s the will of the King.”