Kishin Eyes Novels & Stories

Damon quizzes “Why not? It was my time to put my stamp on the world beyond my house and I wanted to be notice so for most of the time outside of home I had 2 different coloured eyes! And I thought it looked amazing!” I giggled “Your already have the most beautiful eyes” Damon said as he cupped my face to kiss me “I know it sounds dumb now but back then I thought it was cool, once my family died I couldn’t keep using them, the crying made them hurt my eyes!” My tone went to sadness and my eyes filled with tears

At the jaw and the dark eyes and the specific, complete attention of someone who had been paying attention since the second library session and had never once stopped. “Yes?” he said. “Yes,” she said. He held her gaze. Something moved across his face. She didn’t have a word for it. She’d never seen it before. Something entirely new. Something that was all the other expressions simultaneously — the real smile, the open version, the patient certain look, the grief-and-gratitude look, all of them at once — and then something beyond all of them. Something that was only this. Only now. “Whatever comes after,” he said softly.

I’m back in that place where I was on the sand and Lyros was with me, his eyes peering down into mine and my eyes reflected in his. Eyes the shape of Crescent moons. Fuck. “Cain? Are you still alive?” “I wish I wasn't.” Safira lets out a sigh that pretty much mirrors how I feel. But how did this happen? Have my eyes always been in the shape of crescent moons or is this a new development? “How long have you been able to do this Cain? Have you always had crescent moon eyes?” “Does it look like I would and half the warriors wouldn’t have known?”

Leonardo inquired. "What?" "Describe your face, your body, your hair, everything about you." "Why, sir?" "Angela, I'm blind, but I still have a vivid imagination. When we talk, I want to see your face in my head. " Angela smiled. "OK, I have bulging eyes, a funnel nose, curly hair, I'm fat, I have puffy lips; in short, I have an ugly face," Angela said proudly. "OK, you can go now."

“Well, by the way you were staring at it for a long time, you either like it or hate it. I’d like to know whether your feedback is positive or negative. Particularly on this one.” Jin looked over at her. When she looked up, he saw that her eyes were different colors. One eye was colored amber and the other one blue. Both were framed with thick lashes. She had deep dimples on both cheeks which appeared even though she was just talking. She also had a dimpled chin. “Hmmm... I heard about heterochromia before, but I haven’t seen one in person until now,” he couldn’t help remarking. “Oh. Yeah. I used to wear contacts to cover them. Until… somebody told me I shouldn’t be ashamed of them.”

"Feed me." "What?" I gasped out, maybe I had heard him wrong. "I said feed me." He repeated, raising his head to look at me. I looked into his eyes, admiring his forest green eyes. He and Darin had the same eyes but his own were more beautiful. Even more than Duncan's ocean blue eyes. Cisco has mismatched has which I think looks really good on him and Caden, he has ocean blue eyes just like Duncan. Jeez, why the fuck am I comparing their eyes like some love sick teenager.

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.

Kalaril was rooted to the spot, unable to go any further. Another liquid started rolling down her eyes, but it wasn't tears. It was blood. Did the Demon King, perhaps, want her sight? She cried painfully, still chanting. Her eyes hurt. Her ears hurt. She couldn't even breath properly. Suddenly, she felt a shift. She was able to open her eyes, and when she did, her breath hitched. Keegan was staring at her. His silver eyes - those rare captivating orbs - open and fixed on her. A gasp rippled through her. She froze, her heart leaping into her throat. Her bloody eyes stretched in shock.

session, he lets it fall over his forehead in a messy, dangerously attractive fringe. C. Eyes: Dark, molten obsidian. His gaze is his most lethal weapon. They are "bedroom eyes" that can turn into twin abysses of predatory focus in a heartbeat. When he looks at a woman, it feels like a physical touch; when he looks at an enemy, it feels like a death sentence.

She dropped her head immediately, entirely unwilling to look up into his dangerous eyes, and silently prayed that he would just leave her alone. Alexander noticed her lovely eyes gazing frantically down at the floor, completely avoiding his own. He was instantly enraged. He desperately wanted to see her eyes—her beautiful, expressive green eyes that perfectly revealed exactly how terrified she was of him. He fiercely wanted to see those fearful eyes looking up at him.