Jeweled Eyes Mga Nobela at Kwento

On the way back to the penthouse, I stopped at a jeweler's. I didn't bother looking at the section for men. My eyes went straight to a pair of emerald drop earrings. They were a deep, vibrant green. The exact color of her eyes when she was telling me to go to hell. I had them boxed up and sent a driver to her apartment that evening.

[Gideon] Her eyes, her intense sparkling eyes, are the first thing that catches my attention. Edged in red cat-eye frames, they are a startling blue-ringed with silver, not gray, silver. The next thing I notice is her aura, blue and violet ringed in bright silver like her eyes with a touch of warm orange-red: so much power, so much potential, so much untapped passion. What a shame. Because I’m not sure that this girl is worth my time.

I just saw an angel whose blue eyes glistened like the most polished gem, seeming to be pulling me into its depths as she looked straight into my eyes. Who is she?

Then Kenny changed. Not completely. Not the dramatic Hollywood version I would have imagined if anyone had asked me to imagine it, which no one ever had because this wasn't something people imagined. It was subtler and more terrifying than that. His eyes changed first — deepening to something amber and luminous that had nothing to do with the warm brown I knew. His frame expanded slightly, shoulders broadening, presence intensifying until he filled the room in a way that had nothing to do with physical size. The air around him hummed.

How would she become rich? When Mdm. Meredith realized that things were spiraling out of control, she had her men knock Sylvia out. She also used the opportunity to have the baby extracted from Sylvia's womb despite the baby being premature. As expected, it was a baby boy. Elated, Mdm. Meredith brought the baby and showed him to Marcus. But Marcus didn't even bother opening his eyes. All he said was, "Stop causing trouble to Joanna and Cherie." Mdm. Meredith's gaze darkened slightly, but she opted to say nothing. Instead, she turned on her heel and left with the baby.

“A normal person would have been killed by now. Don’t dare threaten to leave.” I felt horrible. “I never wanted to be accepted. Ive accepted my reality. That means I will be alone for the rest of my life. I live out of a suitcase. If it doesnt fit, I dont buy it. I don’t own anything personal expect this ring!” Waylon’s eyes went down to my mother’s ring. He stared at it for too long and I started to feel uncomfortable. Walking around, he took my hand and examined the ring. It was a tigers eye stone with a gold band. There were tiny flecks or gold in the tigers eye. I knew it was an extremely rare piece.

Both were shocked with this incident, Anya looks up and collides with his blue-green eyes. Anya raise her finger and traces on Sebastian's eyes making him shiver with her touch "Your eyes are so beautiful, so pure without any malice." Anya stares into his eyes with admiration and fascination then says "Why you always filled them with negative emotions? Or else they are the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen in my life." Hearing her words Sebastian holds her waist and pulls her closer to him then he touches his forehead with her and mumbles "Stop me before I lose control."

She opened another drawer and discovered a file of writing notebooks bound together with pink silk ribbon. Angela took out all of the notebooks and untied them. A small album sits in the middle of the notebooks. When Angela opened it, it revealed some photographs of a lovely young lady. "Esmeralda," Angela said quietly. And she could feel something in her eyes as she stared at it. Angela had never seen such lonely, beautiful eyes. Esmeralda had the same length of curly hair as Angela. Angela chose a blue small hair clip and tucked her forehead strand behind her ear, just like Esmeralda in the photo. She sighed deeply and rummaged through the drawer again when the door swung open, revealing L

I see red! “Where did this came from?” I took the open box and stared at the set of jewelry inside. The red glittering gems reflected my eyes. “This wasn’t here before.” I couldn’t take my eyes off the jewelry. Almost drooled! I ran my fingers over a big blood-red gem pendant of a necklace. “And it won’t be here ever.” I smirked.

I whispered as I pulled the thin silver necklace around me and placed it in her palm where there's a platinum ring with three diamonds on it. "A gift. Three diamonds for the three of us." I folded her fingers and kissed on her knuckles. "Come back home, Jenne. Please?" She looked at me and unfolded her fingers back as her eyes fall to the ring and she teared up. "That mansion holds a lot of bad memories for me, Dev. You know it." I frowned at her words, my fingers wiped her tears away. "Who told you to go back to that mansion? We are going home, baby. Our home."