Forever Eyes Novels & Stories

I peered into his eyes. "We will stay together forever." "Forever?" "Yes, forever." A vow of love. A promise of never to part. Until fate intervenes. ******

He began, and with a snicker, he added, “…No offense, mother.” Madison’s trembling lips burst into giggles, gripping her glass cup tightly as she stared back at him, his piercing gaze unmoving. In the depths of his eyes, she could see the love he had for her. The kind of love that would last forever, and no matter how far apart they got, they could always count on the universe to bring them back together. She was fated to be with him - both in the past, the present and the future too - and Madison couldn’t wish for a more better feeling.

“What’s the good news?’ I went to her and she looked at me shocked. Her entire attention was in my eyes because she can almost read someone’s emotions by eyes. I came near her, till she went back and hit the door. I went near her and looked in her eyes. “Dove” I whispered. “Are you drunk?” she whispered. “No, I am not. Do you think I am?” I whispered back. “I-I don’t” I smiled and looked at her. She looks so beautiful.

‎ ‎The light. ‎ ‎Forever.

I was already reaching for the shattered glass, an almost frantic need to erase the evidence. "Sasha. Stop." His command was gentle, but firm. I hesitated, my fingers hovering just above a piece of jagged green glass. Then he reached down, his hand sweeping past my ear to pick up his fallen briefcase, and his movement brought him impossibly close again. I felt the heat radiating off him, and I finally forced myself to look up. His eyes were startlingly clear hazel, and they weren't angry or impatient, like his grandmother's. They were concerned, yes, but beneath that, they were intensely curious. They weren't looking at the broken glass. They were looking at me.

He closed his eyes and a pair of cerulean orbs flashed through his mind. “Fuck,” he breathed hoarsely and peeled his eyes open. Damn those eyes. They had been tormenting him for years now. So cruel yet so innocent. Their innocence had struck him hard. Countless nights he had burned in desire of possessing those ocean eyes. It was a craze obsession but he loved seeing himself in those orbs. Many times he caught himself fantasizing about them. How would they look filled with tears of pleasure? He bit his lip, feeling his member waking. Fuck! The things he wanted to do with the owner of those eyes.

Broken no more. Burning forever. Together. Always.

It just took everything that happened to get here and I would not change a single thing because every single thing led to this room, this man, this daughter, this life. Eyes open. Always, always, eyes open. Clara breathes. Rhys holds my hand. We smile.

Another bargain in the king's power game. But then I listened to her. Her steps echoed across the stone, graceful yet hesitant. Like a person entering a cage for the first time. When I finally looked up, I froze. She looked... radiant. I had not expected such beauty. Not like this. Her hair fell over her shoulders like midnight silk. Skin smooth and radiant with life's subtle blush. Her eyes are gods; they are gentle and open, yet beneath the surface they are blazing with a fierceness. I could see the red tint surrounding them even from the other side of the room. Even though she had been crying, her beauty remained unaffected.