Hinata Eyes Novels & Stories

Kian At 8 in the morning, I carry a breakfast tray to Nara's room. She’s still sleeping, her face calm. Her pink, plump lips are slightly parted, and strands of hair curtain her face. I set the tray down and gently brush the hair away from her face. She groans softly, she’s just too cute. Her beautiful eyes flutter open, revealing hazel orbs staring up at me. For a moment, she says nothing and just stares, as if wondering if she’s dreaming.

It caught the sun in the day and the fire at night, each curve of her cheek and sweep of her shoulders bathed in a soft golden warmth. Her eyes were perhaps her most arresting feature—hazel, but kissed with green so vividly it seemed the forest itself had left its mark upon her. When she looked at someone, those eyes seemed to pierce straight through, steady and unflinching, yet never unkind. They were the eyes of someone who had learned to balance gentleness with strength, a gaze that spoke of ambition and quiet fire.

Nora remembered Alexander was always captivated by her legs As she slipped into the dress, she loved how it highlighted her figure, enhancing her confidence. The way it hugged her curves made her feel powerful, and ready to face any situation. The dark hue brought out her eyes and complemented her skin tone perfectly. For her makeup, she decided on a bold yet classic look. She began with a flawless base, carefully blending her foundation to achieve a natural glow. Her eyes received attention next, and she opted for a smoky eye with a touch of shimmer, making her brown eyes pop. She lined her eyes delicately with black eyeliner, enhancing their shape.

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.

mumbled Sumico to herself, slightly frowning her forehead. Sumico took out one pair of the contact lenses, which was in their box. She opened that contact lenses box. She was now seen frowning her forehead even more deeply. “Dark brown contact lenses? Contact lenses are usually white so that we can see clearly and brightly. These ones are dark brown… It seems that Hanny wears these contact lenses not to see clearly and brightly, but… but... but… I think… she wants to conceal the real color of her eyes. What… What… What’s the matter with her actually?” Sumico couldn’t stop mumbling to herself.

Nate’s stance is almost human, he is muscular, and his eyes hold an intelligence to them. I watch as the scene before me unfolds. Nate rears up on his hind legs and howls at the sky. The howl says that Darius has made a huge mistake in refusing to submit. Nate stalks Darius’s wolf, his claws and fangs elongate into deadly weapons. But what holds my attention and draws me to him, is Nate’s eyes. I saw them like this before, but only now they’re different. I find myself walking across the fighting circle mesmerised by one coal black eye that seems to swirl like a vortex and one Amber eye, the Amber eye has golden orbs swirling with emotion and another look at the black eye shows Nate’s promisi

Probably wasn't a no. Burney put his hand on my shoulder, as if reading my thoughts. "Time to cover up," Stan said, handing Burney a strip of cloth and a clean pillow case. He took it, shooting me an apologetic look before stepping behind me. "Ready?" I sucked in a deep breath and nodded, searching one last time for Lillith's face before landing on Aaron's. His blue eyes met mine, piercing me, holding me steady as Burney lowered the red blindfold and knotted it, blanketing my world in darkness.

I asked and pulled her chin up so that she can look directly in my eyes. Her eyes widened. She pulled back but didn't broke the eye connection. "What's wrong? Tell me" i asked. Why is she acting so strange. "Your eyes reminds me of someone dangerous." I spoke after few minutes. "Who?" I asked again pulling her to me. "I had a dream. I don't think it was a dream" i spoke touching my cheeks. I closed my eyes under her touch, "what dream? Tell me." "I was walking....I was escaping someone was following me. He pulled my hands up and pinned me on wall. His eyes reminds me of yours" she spoke and my heart raced. How did she remember?

He made it seem like I could easily rip Sylvia into pieces with just my sight. I only realized I had tears streaking down my face when I felt Marcus' hand on my cheek. "Don't cry, honey. I'm sorry. Please listen to me, okay? It's not what you think…" Marcus kept wiping my tears away in a fit of panic, but he could never stem my tears no matter how much he wiped. In the end, he just pulled me into his arms and began comforting me in soft tones. At the same time, he prevented me from looking at Sylvia.

Hinata could tell that the voice was familiar but unsure who. Someone who knows her name in this place. She raised her head and met Angela's eyes. A stream of tears rolled down her apologetic eyes. Angela saw past herself in Hinata ,unlike her Hinata had a very pale skin which makes her flesh easy to be torn. I pulled out of her ass and grabbed her ankles , pulled her towards him then pushed his cock to her pussy and thrust it in deep.