Heaven Your Eyes Novels & Stories

[FAST FORWARD] /You're just too good to be true Can't take my eyes off of you You'd be like Heaven to touch I wanna hold you so much At long last, love has arrived And I thank God I'm alive You're just too good to be true Can't take my eyes off of you Pardon the way that I stare There's nothin' else to compare The sight of you leaves me weak There are no words left to speak But if you feel like I feel Please let me know that it's real You're just too good to be true Can't take my eyes off of you I love you, baby

Although both of them aren't official, it's still cute that they're able to hold hands in public without the fear of being criticized. Heaven sits in between Deena and I, leaving Deena to look at her with widen eyes. Deena whispered something in Heavens ear, which Heaven whispered, "I don't care," In a stern voice, leaving me in a confused state from beside them. "Is everything okay?" I ask trying to get them to stop whispering at each other. They both look at me and nod. Heaven doesn't stop looking at me, in fact, she's looking at me through her intense emerald eyes. She looks first at my eyes, then slowly moves her eyes to look at my outfit, more specifically my boobs.

If I saw you in heaven Would you help me stand? If I saw you in heaven I'll find my way Through night and day 'Cause I know I just can't stay Here in heaven Time can bring you down Time can bend your knees Time can break your heart Have you begging please Begging please Beyond the door There's peace, I'm sure And I know there'll be no more Tears in heaven Would you know my name? If I saw you in heaven Would you be the same? If I saw you in heaven I must be strong

He kept his eyes open seeing her flushed face,whereas her eyes were tightly closed. The position changed and her mouth was covered by his mouth once again. She wanted him inside her yet he was letting the fire reach its peak. "Open your eyes, I want to see in those deep dreamy eyes, my beautiful."

My shoulders sagged. “Great,” Heaven muttered, her voice laced with sarcasm as she finally turned away from the window. She looked me over, her gaze lingering on my bloodied hands, then scoffed. “You just walk back in with some bloody and glassy hands like it’s a normal afternoon.” She rolled her eyes in a dramatic sweep and started walking past me toward the door. I turned quickly, watching her retreating back. “Heaven?” I called, my voice catching slightly. She didn’t stop right away, but after a few steps, she slowed and turned lazily to face me. “What…” she answered, dragging out the word like she was already tired of me.

David didn't see that coming in a billion years; responsively he called out "Heaven!" Expecting her to disappear but to his dismay, nothing happened. His pause accelerated; hands sweaty as he kicked into panic mode. "Heaven!" he called out again in a shaking voice as his eyes burnt with tears. Yet nothing happened. He was about to dive for the door running for his dear life when she pointed the pistol at him. "I'm Nevaeh, not Heaven… just shut the fuck up and get on your knees"

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

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

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.

“Make sure Wesley and Nina are well ‘taken care of.’ Also, keep the media’s focus on Nina. Dig up all her past scandals and keep the heat on her.” Meanwhile, Tara was still on her flight. She loved sleeping on long trips, whether by car or plane. After admiring the sea of clouds outside the window, she dozed off. A soft yawn escaped her lips as she slowly opened her eyes, still groggy. Something dangled in front of her face, gently swaying. Blinking a few times, her vision focused on the object: her watch. Startled, she snapped to full alertness. Following the hand holding the watch, she locked eyes with a pair of deep, sapphire-blue irises.