Henry Cavill Eyes Novels & Stories

He answered absentmindedly. Guinevere's eyes were a striking shade of blue, almost identical to Brand's, and her hair had a shine to it he never would have noticed if he hadn't been sitting so close to her. Did she inherit those captivating eyes from her birth mother, the hair colour from her father? Were Lord and Lady Adamson the source of her features?

His eyes were black and soulless, looking empty and completely lifeless. It was the work of the aconite and he suddenly remembered the sacred water. As he pulled out the goblet, Henry groaned and fell to his knees, bringing the chains down with him. He shut his eyes as the transformation began, filling his body with intense pain. "Tyler..." He growled, a low fearsome growl. When he opened his eyes again, they were no longer black. They were red. Not bloodshot but pure red. It was like staring into a red haze filled with burning flames.

You know when your mind sees something that is so utterly beautiful, so unworldly that it distinctively focuses on the pinnacle of its interest, zeroing in on that magnificent sight, having everything else blur in the background? That's what Nate's eyes did to me. The golden, caramel orbs locked on mine and it was all I could see. His eyes are red rimmed as if the surgery was still taken its toll but his face is bare and so responsive. The butterflies, the ones that have become paralyzed a few weeks back, twitch and flutter when Nate's pupils dilate and his clear, breathtaking eyes roam around my face before dropping down my body.

However long she glimpsed at that perfectly modeled body, she still not contented. Her moments of fantasy came to an end the moment a strong, bluish, thunder-like light flashed through the room. There was a glitch-like sound, and the tubes exploded. Its fragments stayed afloat, forming what seemed to be staircases. Before their eyes, they saw Vladimir descended, his skin gleaming. Purplish veins bulked in his arms, linking all the way up to his shoulders. What caught Eleanor’s attention was her sharp, piercing eyes. Its irises were stained in deep crimson, and underneath it was a small shade of gold.

The damage could have been done already, and she might not be able to recover completely though she was healthy. Their eyes almost matched completely. The dark circle around their light-colored eyes made them stand out if you were close enough to see it. It was one of the first things Max had noticed about her years before when she was his student. He had never seen another person with the same combination in their eyes. Max knew, without a doubt, by looking at Henry, he was looking at a good possibility of what their children would look like. Henry could be exactly what their children would look like.

"Yes!" Chansey nodded. Henry then turned around, removed his clothes, and said, "I'm coming in. Close your eyes first." After giving her a few seconds to comply, he entered the bath with his eyes closed. He kept his eyes shut because Chansey's upper body was fully exposed while she sat in the medicinal bath, and he did not want to see her that way. As for Chansey, she did not close her eyes, but she quickly shut them as Henry turned around.

I need to go to the nearest clan, are the Bertholini, need to send forces to retake the castle! Henry had risen but soon felt a dizziness and his knees sagged, he felt that his weight was being supported on a small and feminine body, a soft fragrance confused his mind, equally small and delicate hands pushed him gently to the tree, when his vision returned he saw those golden eyes staring at him worried. - I think I hit him too hard on the head. - Gracie murmured. Henry was looking pale. When the man focused her gaze on Gracie she noticed how her eyes were of an intense green tone, very clear.

“Ryan Reynold is fine and all, but there is just something about Tom Hardy that drives me crazy. That rugged, brooding look? Ugh perfection.” I laughed, shaking my head. “I get the appeal, but for me, it’s Henry Cavill. Did you see him in that movie? Hmm The Witcher? His jawline is so sharp that it looks like it could cut glass, and don’t even let me start talking about his voice. That man is so sexy.” Lilith gasped dramatically. “You know what? Hell yeah! You’re right. He is like the perfect description of fairytale prince. Okay, top three- Cavill, Hardy, and…?”

Holding her close, Nora felt the tremor in Kimora's body, a desperate clinging to the hope that still flickered within. When the storm of grief subsided, Vettel, Sebastian's father's, face pale and haggard, ushered Nora to a chair. Tears still clung to his eyelashes, but a glimmer of newfound strength shone in his eyes. He sat, wrapping a calming hand around his wife's trembling shoulder.

The man was Henry Cavill with brooding attitude. “You’re still awake?” I said, leaning casually on the railing like my knees weren’t buckling at the sight of him. Trying my best not to looked at the daymmmn bulge. Heaven help me. He turned, eyes catching mine. That wolf-dark gaze of his was impossible to hold, so naturally, I held it—because sass is armor and I refuse to be the first one to blink. “Couldn’t sleep. Too many thoughts.” His voice was low, that rumbling growl of his that made my stomach do very unladylike somersaults.