Novel & Cerita In His Eyes

Despite his handsome appearance, his eyes held a certain anger and emptiness that made Athena frown. Athena had never seen such an unpleasant expression on someone's face. He was tall and looked older than her, with dark silky hair that fell over his forehead. But it was his eyes that intrigued her the most. They were a piercing green, filled with anger and emptiness that the young girl couldn't quite comprehend. His eyes made Athena furrow her brows, and she couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

I can't test my luck or anything, but seeing the controlled anger in his eyes, I think he does. Genuinely cares, that is.

He asked, and I looked at him in confusion. “What do you mean?” “Dude, your eyes are still grey. You’ll freak her out,” he said. I hadn’t realised my eyes were still grey; thinking of her relaxed me. “I guess I’m still mad,” I blew out a frustrated breath, stretched my neck and rolled my shoulders. “Back to normal?” I asked him, and he nodded, bringing his thumb up. “As good as Gucci hoe,” he said, and I squinted my eyes. “What?”

What the hell is happening on his eyes? "That's the sweetest word I’ve ever heard, Yveon. Thanks for that. Go to sleep. Rest well. We'll go to school tomorrow." He smiled at me without the joy in his eyes. I hate that his eyes are so much expressive. He was about to close the door when he spoke, "Even if you dislike me. I'll do everything for you to like me. Trust me." He stared at me and I would swear to God that his pupils are color brown with a highlight of green.

“...just breath with me. In and out. Inhale. Exhale. Slowly. Focus on my eyes and only my eyes and don’t think about anything else." Brandon. I do as I’m told and it’s starting to get better because now I finally see his eyes. That eye. Are they even real eyes? I know they’re dark brown because I’ve seen them before but in this light, they are golden green-like even though it’s impossible. They are so fascinating that all I can do is stare.

He adds “I’m a virgin” my word vomit spews. I have no bloody idea why that’s relevant to helping him refocus. And honestly if I could kick my own arse, right now, I would. “That isn’t a redirection or refocus Eve,” he says, his voice harsh and his eyes ... His eyes make me step forward to him. One Amber eye and one black eye. They are extraordinary. “Your eyes, they’re beautiful,” I state, reaching up to touch his face.

he said, and I glared at him while rubbing my nose. "But you can. He is already impressed by you. I don't like sharing my people with others," I said with a pout. I turned towards the entrance, but he stopped me by grabbing my hand. "What now?" I turned toward him, and his intense expression made me nervous. His eyes are focused on my face, and he is looking at me with so much intensity that I am afraid that I will melt under his gaze... {Does he have laser beams in his eyes?}

Just in time, he looked me in the eye. He declared, "I'm going to rectify this.". “How?”. He didn't answer. But how did he perceive his own eyes? It said everything. Whatever it takes.

His lips were full, a little pouty, his jaw rigid, and his eyes…his eyes. Lord God almighty his eyes were absolutely savage. She couldn’t think straight.

“That’s how I feel when I look into you eyes.” “What?!” I turn to face him, he rubs the back of his head, a shy smile on his face, then he points back to the canvas, my eyes following his movement. “This is your eyes, see here?” He points out to what I thought were frames, but I see now that it is the corner of my eye, like a portrait of my eye zoomed in, lashes frame the sides, dusting what should be my cheeks. I feel something press against my chest.