I Can Sparkle Up Your Eyes Novels & Stories

) we both chuckle at her comment. ( Stand in front of your mirror if you have one ) I get up and do as I’m told, I notice my eyes are now glowing Silver { you look beautiful, I’m happy to see that you’re unharmed and healthy my love } then in my mind I began to see an image forming and take shape and I could see him in my mind and he smiled at me [ there you are my King ] { right here waiting for my Queen } ( okay guys, times up I can feel someone approaching ) the Silver disappears from my eye and I dry the stray tears that are rolling down my cheeks from seeing my mate that I’m missing like crazy.

"Think!" That sole move sparked something in her brain because her eyes glittered and she laughed. She might not have her staff anymore but she still had spells up her sleeves. She reeled one off her tongue and watched as red sparks flew from her hand and lit up the dark sky. Once there, it became brighter and flew away. She smiled then, happy at what she had achieved. "It's either you're going cuckoo or planning something mischievous because that smile on your face is a dead giveaway."

Eyes 🎵🎶 Like a sunrise🎵🎶 Like a rainfall🎵🎶 Down my soul🎵🎶 And I wonder🎵🎶 I wonder why you look at me like that🎵🎶 What you're thinking🎵🎶 What's behind🎵🎶 Don't tell me🎵🎶 But it feels like love🎵🎶

"But I kinda know that I won't get far" "And you stood there in front of me just" "Close enough to touch" "Close enough to hope you couldn't see" "What I was thinking of" I increase my speed a little faster. "Drop everything now" "Meet me in the pouring rain" "Kiss me on the sidewalk" "Take away the pain" "'Cause I see, sparks fly, whenever you smile" "Get me with those green eyes" "Baby, as the lights go down" "Gimme something that'll haunt me whenever you're not around"

“Do you cry lava?* I asked without thinking. “What?” She giggled at me giving me s friendly punch. “You eyes are so beautiful!” I confessed the obvious.. “If I cry lava, you should cry ice or probably brimstone, I know those are not your real eyes Desiree!* I gasped at the fact that she was seeing my eal eyes. I rushed to the mirror in the room and looked in it. “Did I forget to put on my lenses?” She giggled again walking up to me. “No you still have them but don't tell me you don't know your eyes reflects quite much when you are under white light!” She pointed out.

Erik I dream of glass. Shards of it, everywhere. Glittering underfoot. Hanging like icicles from invisible ceilings. Each one reflects a different version of her. Scarlett laughing, crying, running, burning. Her eyes gold. Her eyes red. Her smile made of teeth. Her hands bloodied. I wake with a sharp inhale, the image of one mirror slicing open my palm still bright behind my eyes. It’s still dark. Scarlett lies beside me, her skin faintly aglow, her body warm against mine. The starfire in her veins has softened. It’s a gentle shimmer now instead of a blaze. But it’s always there. Like a second heartbeat.

"Like the sun just burst through the clouds." My giggle is a melodic symphony that fills Lucas's heart with joy, my eyes sparkling like diamonds in the morning light. "I feel like I'm floating on a cloud, and I never want to come down," I whisper, my voice barely audible over the gentle hum of the coffee maker.

she said finally, her voice not more than a whisper, “I need you to stop your eyes from glowing. Please.” Shit! I picked up one of the silver plates, turning it over to catch my reflection. To my astonishment, my eyes were glowing. How was that possible? I shook my head in disbelief, scolding my inner wolf for this unexpected phenomenon. After a few calming breaths and some intentional blinking, I opened my eyes again, hoping to find them back to normal.

The celebration was reflected in his eyes, a radiant smile transforming his face when he met my gaze. Just then, the curious little elf from earlier, Elain, scampered toward us, his brown hair a tousled mess from play. His eyes, one a clear sky-blue, the other a vibrant leaf-green, sparkled with mischief. I’d never seen a combination so captivating; it was like he held two different seasons in his gaze.

I gasped, startled, as she gazed up at me with an unblinking stare. The girl I was seeing next to me was my replica! Her eyes were identical to the same amber eyes, the same shape, and the same sparkle. It was just like staring in a mirror, but one that reflected a deeper, more profound connection.