Leigh Occhi Mga Nobela at Kwento

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 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.

he said firmly. "I'm the real Uncle Marco," Luca said, smiling, but Raiden shook his head, a skeptical frown settling on his face. He stared at both of them for a moment, his brow furrowed in concentration. Then, with a decisive nod, he wrapped his small hands around Marco’s neck and said, “This is Uncle Marco." He said, his voice firm. "You’re not gonna fool me, we have the same kinda eyes. My mummy has brown eyes and my grandma has green eyes, making my eyes hazel, and Uncle Marco has those kind of eyes too.”

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.