Heaven Is In Your Eyes Novels & Stories

Sure", Angela enveloped her in a big hug and they air-kissed each other. Nora didn't see the hug coming but she appreciated it. Angelina's embrace, sudden and warm, startled Nora but the hug, sincere or practised, was a welcome respite from the storm cloud swirling within her. The audience's immediate applause seemed orchestrated, yet another layer of artifice in this world of curated appearances. Taking a seat on the infamous couch, a velvet throne where countless dreams had been built and shattered, Nora met Angelina's gaze. "You're even more beautiful in person," the host remarked, her eyes, like chipped sapphires, holding an unreadable glint.

And there you are, running away from my question "I roll my eyes and try to rip my hand out of yours. He just holds it harder. "I'm not running away, Suzy. A person used to tell me that each of us has our own universe in our eyes. That staring at a person's face, most of the time, is like seeing the sky above us. "Your own eyes exhibit an incandescent glow as it guides your attention to the open doors. "I have always found too selfish to surrender to death while there are more than 7 billion heavens to contemplate in the world. So, I think that that night you met me, I decided that I needed to fight for any crumb of hope in my life. I understood that I needed to stay alive to look at a certa

Nezeira felt the restlessness and said, "Is there something bothering you princess?" Euphenia, "Ohhhhh, actually I do have a question." Nezeira looked at her and said, "Please ask." Euphenia, "I have heard about Your Highness many times. Especially about your eyes. But….." Nezeira, "I wear black contacts. Trying not to draw too much attention." Euphenia gleamed and replied, "No wonder!" Nezeira, "So, what do have to share regarding these Beasts?"

He clenched his fists, frustration bubbling just beneath the surface as the question echoed unanswered. Above, the heavens remained fractured, the jagged split in the sky visible only to those cursed to perceive it. Victor could see it clearly, the unsettling rupture that tore across the clouds like a scar. It was a sight that defied reason, a glimpse into the realms beyond that few could endure without losing their sanity. Those attuned to the demonic pathways—Victor, Saoirse, and others like them—were bound to its haunting presence, a grim reminder of the chaos lurking just beyond the veil.

She dropped her head immediately, entirely unwilling to look up into his dangerous eyes, and silently prayed that he would just leave her alone. Alexander noticed her lovely eyes gazing frantically down at the floor, completely avoiding his own. He was instantly enraged. He desperately wanted to see her eyes—her beautiful, expressive green eyes that perfectly revealed exactly how terrified she was of him. He fiercely wanted to see those fearful eyes looking up at him.

My mouth watered as I caught a whiff of the most intoxicating, delicious smell I have ever smelled in my whole life. Am I dead already? Are my body and senses being returned to the moon? If this was the afterlife, then I would welcome it wholeheartedly. It didn’t look or feel bad at all. "Don’t touch her." A calm but authoritative voice erupted in the thin air, and it reminded me I was still alive. I tilted my head up, looking for the owner of the voice, and my eyes caught sight of him. He has the bluest eyes I have ever seen, and the moment our eyes locked, I felt something snap into place, and the whole forest just vanished in my sight.

He was still. He was gone. Her calls were never heard by him. Her tears he never saw, Her face he could not see. The sky was bright, the sun shining bright, But the castles were under a dark black cloud. The queen stopped at the end of the bed, as tears poured down her eyes she felt her heartache. He was gone too soon, he left with too little memories.

Where do I start from? I pick up my pencil and tried thinking of any thing I could try and sketch. My mind goes to the greek god with the silver eyes. Yes. The silver eyes. I don't know what I'm thinking but I'm working on a pair of the most amazing silvers I've ever seen as I sing 'seventeen' by Cara. "Working on the boss' eyes?"

Belle York, my wife, was pregnant, but on our way back from getting the diagnosis, she said, “I have something to tell you. The baby is Harry’s. I also got a notice saying that my health won’t let me have another baby after this one.” When she saw my smile freeze, she took out a paternity test. Harry Grant, my brother-in-law, was indeed listed as the father. Her voice was eerily calm. “On the day you fell asleep at the back of the jeep with fever, we did it in the passenger seat, right where I’m sitting.” In an instant, I felt like I had fallen into the abyss. I opened my mouth, but it was like something was blocking my throat. As she spoke, Belle cast her eyes on her swollen belly,

They won't believe it unless they see it for themselves. This stopped me from thinking about recording our conversation. "You're right. They won't believe it unless they see it for themselves." I added confidently, "What if I have proof?" Snowie chuckled exaggeratedly. "What proof? Show me." I pointed at my eye. "It's right here. "I finally got it. You can't hear my thoughts–you can just see what I'm seeing." Snowie looked a little shaken, but she denied it, saying, "Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference?"