Her Eyes Her Eyes Make The Stars Mga Nobela at Kwento

They were looking so pure that she couldn't help but become fascinated and she thinks "His eyes are so beautiful!" On the other hand Sebastian stares in those light brown eyes which were clear but still unclear like there was a veil which was protecting the emotions in those eyes and stopping him to see through her and that lavender scent was effecting him. Both were lost in each other's eyes and we're trying to read the other when their trance was broken by Ayaan's voice "Are you okay?" Sebastian leaves her and she stands properly then looks down and says to don't know whom "I'm fine, thank you."

She moaned once more. Closer steps made a pause before moving forward once more. Nobody made any sounds. Who is your enemy? Through the trembling tree limbs, she peered up. The night sky was pitch-black with a scattering of glittering stars. Starry, brilliant stars... Sharp sensations shot through her body, up her arms and legs, down her legs, and back up again, piercing her head with blinding anguish. She clenched her teeth to prevent herself from disappearing as her eyesight began to blur.

Claire ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ Eleven Years Ago... Stars and dark blue sheets... I've spent countless nights counting every single one of these stars. One hundred and twenty-three tiny luminous dots scattered across the expanse of these dark blue sheets. At this moment, I'm not here. I'm far away, lost among the stars. I close my eyes, imagining myself twirling among them, each twinkling a distant universe, each gleaming a moment of serenity far removed from this reality.

I went in search of her after five minutes and found her gazing at the stars. "What happened?" I asked her. "Nothing," she said, but her voice sounded choked with tears. She had been crying. I turned her around to look at me. Despite the tears in her eyes, as I gazed intently at her in the darkness, I saw her as the light that shows beauty. She couldn't be measured with the others 'cause she was different. Her beauty I could describe like the rainbow across a waterfall, just like the stars complementing the moon at night.

It perplexed me why she was persistent in her disobedience. She turned towards me, her gaze locked with mine as I reclined on the couch, one leg casually crossed over the other. My anticipation grew, relishing the moment when she would finally succumb and yield to my order. Time seemed to stop as I stared deeper into her hazel eyes. It was in that instant of clarity that I grasped one of the underlying motives behind my acquisition of her. Her eyes. They were more than just hazel with flickers of gold; they possessed inexplicable depth that captivated me. Unlike any other human gaze I had encountered, hers shimmered with an otherworldly radiance, reminiscent of stars sparkling upon a midnigh

I barely hold in my gasp. She looks like she’s young, but also ancient. Her fine black curls are like pearls, framing her tiny face almost hiding it. She is brown skinned, like tree bark, and her features are sharp and angular. But it is her eyes that stun me the most, for they are not brown or blue or green like I thought they would be. Instead, they hold the stars.

Okay, I guess we're getting drunk tonight. "There are no stars tonight." She looks up at the dark-grey sky. "Yeah." "I love stars." She rests her head on my shoulder. Dafuq? "Okay." I say awkwardly. "Do you love stars." She looks up at me. "Love is a very strong word." I respond. "I think people are like stars, we all shine but others shine the brightest, getting all the attention while the rest of us wait for that one night when we will also get to shine bright." She sounds thoughtful.

From gifting him a coat and learning baking and cooking in the past few weeks already informed him about her surprise party but obviously at this moment, Arthit didn't reply to her, just continued to stare at her. Darika looked straight into his dark, honest black eyes. They shimmered like jewels when illuminated by the candlelight. The entire universe reflected his eyes. The Stars, The Sun, and The moon that was her reflection sound when she looked into them. Her heart stirred and she felt like her soul was being sucked in. The sound of music faded into nothing and everything around them no longer matters. As long as, she looked at them, everything would be fine. Everything would be peacefu

It was as if her gorgeous eyes were a bottomless ocean into which he was slowly drowning without any anchor to hold on to… Those hypnotizing doe-like orbs appeared to be sparkling and were as dreamy as a starry night. It was just as if her gleaming eyes held an entire galaxy of stars and Maxwell just couldn't stop himself from reaching out for her. He didn't possess that divine power of self-control and restraint to stop himself!

Her delicate features were like a work of art, each detail meticulously crafted with perfection. Her long lashes brushed against her cheeks, creating a gentle flutter with each breath she took. They framed her captivating eyes, windows to a soul that sparkled with warmth, intelligence, and an unwavering spirit. Those eyes had the power to see through me, to unravel the depths of my being, and to touch the most vulnerable parts of my heart.