Haughty Eyes Meaning In The Bible Novels & Stories

She wanted him to acknowledge that it was her pleasuring him. That it was her on her knees for him and with one more attempt, she moaned around his thickness, ignoring the aching jaw and her teary eyes, she wanted to see him. As a reward, Eutychus moaned aloud again, and she could tell he was close, she kept moaning, her eyes desperately begging him to just look down and when they did, she was taken aback for a minute, she blinked once, a tear falling from her teary eye, she was looking up at those Icy eyes. Whether the throat fucking had messed up her brain or the little air she got, she did not know why she was seeing his eyes, instead of the ones that belong to the man deep wedged in her

She turned her head toward me, her eyes flashing with a triumphant, malicious satisfaction that cut through the morning light. "Oh, Elena," Vivienne murmured, her fingers lingering on Julian’s collarbone before she slid off the desk, her red heels clicking against the floor. "You really need to learn to knock when the executive suite is in executive session." My heart did a single, violent kick against my ribs, but my face remained completely static. I forced my posture into a line of absolute corporate indifference, refusing to let the cold coil of disgust in my stomach reach my eyes. ‘Look at him,’ my mind whispered, a bitter, venomous clarity hardening behind my skull.

The more she thought about her foiled plans, the angrier she became, resulting in her accidentally dropping the baby out of rage. "This is your fault! If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have gotten to this point in life! Die!" A loud thud sounded. Blood was splattered all over Marcus' pale face. As Sylvia cackled at the top of her lungs while walking out of the ward, a teardrop slid down Marcus' cheek from his closed eyes. Unfortunately, those eyes would never open ever again.

"According to 1 John 2:16, For all that is in the world --- the lust of flesh, the lust of eyes, and the pride of life --- is not of the Father but is of the world. This means that all sin falls into these natures: lust of flesh, lust of eyes, pride of life. Whatever sin that is, it always falls into that three. " "That's it, brother!" said a man. "That's what I read in the Bible. Only now do I understand." "Praise God for His wisdom, brother." "How can you relate it to the first temptation, Kuya Zion?" "First temptation?" Zion smiled. "In Genesis 3: 1-6, we read there that the serpent tempted Eve. On verse 6, there it was written, The woman was convinced. She saw that the tree was beautiful

What infuriates me more are my own thoughts that linger around her spellbinding spiritual blue orb, hiding maybe the secrets of salvation, and right next to it was the hellfire, evil, dark, sultry burning amber eye. And in between the finity of her eyes, I saw heaven and hell and all the temptations that lie in between. The slightest flicker in her eyelids was like the universe unraveling itself, and before I could do something about it — I was pulled in, consumed, lost somewhere in the infinity of her shrewd gaze. It’s her eyes. Something about her eyes is so sinful that even the greatest of saints would be tempted to give up their sainthood just to have a glimpse.

Without even seeing him, I already knew who came for a visit. My gaze shifted around until it landed on my new throne chair. Seated comfortably on it was someone I had never seen before in person, but I was sure it was him. Hades - the God of the Underworld. I bowed my head slightly before looking him in the eyes. Father had told me before that only the kings and the powerful were able to look into Hades’ eyes without a light blinding them. So I tried. And I was able to do so. Pride rose in my chest. I could look him in the eyes — I was worthy of the throne.

He was tall, much taller than any man I had ever seen, with shoulders so broad that they seemed to fill the doorway, and dark hair that fell across his forehead in waves that looked like spilled ink, and a jaw so sharp it could have been carved from stone. But it was his eyes that stopped my heart, because they were gold, burning gold, like the sun had been trapped inside his skull and was trying to escape, and when those eyes swept across the room, every noble bowed their head, because even the bravest among them could not meet the king's gaze. I had expected a monster, something ancient and twisted, or something that looked like the nightmares I had when I was a child and my stepmother loc

I still kept my head low, not wanting to anger her, now that my impression might not be that splendid. Upon her command to raise my head, I complied and looked up to meet her gaze. Upon seeing the high priestess in full view, I was taken aback when I realized that she was blind. Her eyes were white, and scars traced along her cheeks and temples. I couldn't help but perceive her appearance as ethereal, something that might not occur to others.

Ogali’. I pushed my glasses up my nose a bit then I sat down silently. ‘Psst!’, I heard from behind me. I didn’t turn of course. ‘Psst!’, I turned slightly and Beck Jameson was staring at me with his hazel eyes. I wasn’t scared of him like everyone else in school because minus the whole bad boy façade he is just a strangled little penguin to me.

I screamed, hoping that my words were going to get to him. My throat felt dry, parched and I could almost feel my life force getting squeezed right out of me just by looking into his eyes and that was when I realized. ‘No one shall dare behold his wrath, for it is a god. No mortal shall dare gaze upon his anger for its retribution is divine.’ I look into his eyes every time, his eyes are one of my favorite features of his but right now, they are different. I wasn’t looking into the eyes of the man that adored me, I was staring right into the eyes of the Alpha King.