Hero Eyes Mga Nobela at Kwento

I was dressed in a tee-shirt that said BlaCK and a jean ripped on both knees and two little rips on the back thighs and that was all. I was pretty dressed up but I was so fire! He moved over to my side and sunk his hand into mine. ‘oof’, one of his friends said. ‘she’s a sweet one, dude is she yours? Or can?’, the guy was really fine, obviously mixed; he was dark-skinned with beautiful grey eyes reminds me of Beck. ‘hands-off, Jer’, he said and laughed. ‘this is OB’, he said and smiled at me. I looked up at him and smiled shyly. ‘now move away you fools you are crowding”, he said with finality and they moved away so we could pass.

She murmured slowly. Like thunder, the realization hit my head. So, the car which almost stimulated an accident is belonging to them. You bloody! I badly wanted to put some sense into her thick skull but when I looked at her pleading eyes, my anger flew away. It's beautiful... She has light green eyes and brown coloured lengthy eyebrows. She has brown wavy hair that matches her eyebrows. She was wearing skinny black jeans and a pink top which made her look beautiful. Of course! Pink is every girl's favourite colour.

It hurt when she pressed down. “I need you to open your eyes. I need to see if there is any serious damage to your eyes.” She took a deep breath, and slowly opened her eyes. The light was still bright, but her eyes quickly adjusted. The doctor flashed the light into her eyes, she blinked. “Follow the light please, Ms. Hewsen.” He said moving the light from one side to the next/ She followed the light with her eyes, “Call me Jade.” She said closing her eyes. “My head hurts.”

Slowly, I turned my head and came face-to-face with a who could only be described as a god in human form. Oh my God! My subconscious screeched in disbelief. God sent an angel indeed. I mean only angels can be this good looking, right? He had dark silver eyes and jet black hair which made him look divine, complementing his god-like look. Strands of his hair fell on his face. His sharp jaw seemed as if it was carved by God himself. And the silver lip ring attached to his pale pink lips was my last undoing. With eyes glued to his lips, the only thoughts that claimed my mind were;

Horus questioned. There was no way Apollo had this kind of information. Loki trusted no one, much less an Olympian. Why would he give this kind of information to Apollo, especially when Asgard and Olympus were rivals? The only answer to this was that Apollo was not really Apollo! Horus’ eyes may be able to do more than what those of other gods could, but they were called battle eyes for a reason. They could not see through disguises and untruths like True Eyes. “You aren’t that dumb after all. Well, maybe you are, given that it took you so long to figure this out.” Apollo replied as his image changed into a man whose eyes could actually see through untruths.

I spin around to find a woman I haven't seen before coming around from the side of the house. She is tall and thin. Jet black hair and milky white skin in stark contrast. Her eyes are a fiery red which is the only difference from her brother. She looks just like Thanatos. “Eris.”

My eyes narrowed. My chest rose. I kept walking, slowly this time, my eyes locked on him. He’s hiding something. “Dante!” I screamed, voice cracking like glass. My throat burned as tears slipped down, sudden and hot. “Just tell me the truth!” I broke off, gasping. My eyes darted around the room, and then I saw a long, thin metal glinting on the floor. It wasn’t a knife, but it was sharp enough. I rushed to it, grabbed it without thinking. The cold steel bit into my palm, but I didn’t care. I clutched it tighter, storming towards him.

"I got another amulet for you." "This one wasn't bought," he added quickly, his eyes widening with a sort of helpless pride. "I crawled up the holy temple steps, inch by inch, to get this." My eyes flicked to the bruise on his forehead, a raw purple bruise that spoke of his struggle. I took the amulet.

He puts on blue navy eyeliner, which makes his beautiful eyes look even prettier, and he puts on orange-flavored lip gloss, putting it in his pocket. Looking at himself in the mirror, he makes a crooked smile and leaves for the party. The pack was almost all there for the party. Many didn't even remember Angel, but they knew he was the son of the beta and the next beta in line. When Angel appeared at the packhouse door, everyone gasped. Although the outfit was most likely something that would be worn in European cities, what caught their eyes was the design of the sweater and the eyeliner on Angel's eyes.

"We are almost surrounded. We have to get out of here." "Theobald," Laria called her husband's attention. "We can't allow the gems to fall again into the hands of the Brotherhood of the Oracle," she said. "We have to go separate way," she said with tears running down her cheeks. "If the Goddess allows it, we will meet again." "What do you suggest? he asked. Being priestess of the Motherhood of Noor, Laria knew well the characteristics and power that emanated from each gem.