Leigh Occhi Novels & Stories

I said sounding like I got lost in staring deep into the sea which I did I was lost in the sea of his eyes, those ice-blue eyes carried a lot of hidden secrets in them, secrets I wanted to know I wanted him to tell me about them. He chuckled squinting his eyes trying to protect those tears from falling off. “No, I didn’t”. “Yeah right,” I said and tried lashing myself off of his grip but it didn’t help, of course, it didn’t he was an alpha there was no chance of getting lost unless he wanted me to. " Umm, do you mind?” I said gesturing for him to let go of my arm but he just kept staring at me. “What if I don’t want to?”

Then looking at Lucia's face, Orlan's eyes flickered as he noticed that Lucia's eye color was changing. "Why?" "Your eyes have three colors." Orlan widened his eyes, making sure that his vision wasn't wrong, and until he was unconscious, the ring finger of his right hand poked Lucia's right eye. Lucia's hand covered her right eye, which was leaking water. "Why are you poking my eyes?" "I apologize." Orland panicked. He rubbed the back of Lucia's hand gently. If he could, Jay would really like to strangle Orlan. "I'm ok." Lucia held Orlan's hand. "What did you say? My eyes have three colors?" Lucia looked at Orlan questioningly.

Maybe it's because this was the only time I felt like I had control over him. I have to admit, Luciano is sinfully handsome. I don't think anyone would disagree with me on that. In fact, I'd go as far as to say he's the prince of Hades himself, with features that could put Adonis to shame. His eyes are a dark brown with specks of hazel that light up like honey when the light hits them. The bridge of his nose has been broken a few times, but it still manages to fit perfectly with his face, giving him a domineering yet dangerous look.

Julio Cesar wouldn't act like a dog and sniff the air, but his blood knew how to recognize the hate in another being and he felt that it was this girl with platinum blond hair and black locks that stared back at him without fear. The girl in question turned around - it was Maya and her black eyes - and shamelessly smiled and saw that she was reciprocated. Speaking of black eyes, would it be a coincidence that the trio formed by Julio Cesar, Maya and Soraia had the same eyes? You will know what his obsession is, won't you?

Luna noticed two small moles beneath Lucas's eyes and a scar on his left temple, which Luna thought might be an old scar. Luna studied how Lucas's face was perfectly carved: a tall nose, thick eyebrows framing his eyes, lips not too thin nor too thick, a firm jawline with slight, soft facial hair, and his sharp, blue eyes. Somehow, Luna found herself reaching out her hand, tempted to touch Lucas's firm jaw, but fortunately, her awareness took over. She pulled her hand back just as it was about to get close to Lucas's face. However, as quickly as Luna retracted her hand, another hand grabbed hers, startling her. She widened her eyes, and slowly Lucas opened his eyes, meeting Luna's gaze that

I look for my box, the box I kept my mums Jewel's father gave me "What are you looking for? Let me help you" "I'm looking for my box, it should be around here". I responded checking behind the mini library table in the room, it should be behind some books. "What is the colour of the box?" I stop and turn to Leo giving him a look "sorry". I let out a sigh as I go back to search My hands finally felt something, It was the box, take it and sit on my bed, I open it and I observe the necklace with my hands, I give it to Leo "You are the one with eyes that can see, can you check if there's anything particular about the necklace?"

Hazel eyes, the color of mocha, with flecks of golden brown, seemed to sparkle like sunlight filtering through a forest canopy. It stunned me that I’d committed those eyes to memory, memorizing every detail. The color was rich and warm, like a perfectly brewed cup of coffee on a crisp autumn morning. Theedges of her irises seemed to fade into a soft greenish gold, giving her eyes a mesmerizing depth and complexity. Was I ever going to tire of admitting that Leonora Colombo was stunning, with porcelain skin and full lips that forced thoughts into my head? Plus, that fucking mole that somehow just heightened her uniqueness?

I keep his hand in mine and intertwine our fingers before closing my eyes again. I am exhausted. All this damn tension is making me tired. "What else, Elio?" I ask him, keeping my eyes closed. He starts a mirthless laugh, and I can feel his hand squeezing mine with a little more strength. "You are so perfect, Luce dei miei occhi." (Light of my eyes*) I open one eye to the side to look at him. He lifts our intertwined hands to his lips and begins to nibble the phalanges of my fingers.

He glanced to his right for a moment, then shook his head when their jet-eyed eyes met. Their gazes changed. The atmosphere in that place felt even colder, like the look in Loui and Luca's eyes. If there is a term for killing through gaze, maybe that sentence sounds suitable to be used as a highlight in the condition that the two Argent brothers are suspected of doing. "Are you sure you don't like Malia, Loui?" Loui gave a small nod. "I like her." answered Loui quickly. "But I don't love her." Luke chuckled. He brushed a few strands of hair that covered his right eye, he then gave a shake as an initial response.

I felt the cool whisper of his breath against my lips. I shook my head. “Just a second,” I needed to rein in my thoughts. I felt his finger press up against my cheeks softly. “Look at me,” He repeated. And this time, against the warning in my head, I pulled my eyes open. My vision was blurry with tears. And through the fog, two intense ice-blue eyes came into focus, and they were all I could see, all that mattered. Lorenzo's eyes stared deep into mine. Searched through mine. His ice-blue eyes darkened all too knowing.