Leigh Occhi Novels & Stories

Arlo gets off the couch, finally, and comes and sits between us and looks up at both of us with the one white ear and the amber eyes and the complete confidence of a dog who considers himself central to all important decisions. He is not wrong.

Another day has come, sunlight seeps through his window as his gorgeous blue eyes squint. "Master your breakfast is ready," Fafnir said as he open up the curtains. The garden outside looks lush as ever, as fields of furze, bushes of different colored roses, and beautiful yellow dahlias make the sunny day jollier. Justine smiled and slowly sit up. His unsettled bangs are pushed back complimenting his sea rover-blue eyes and bristly eyebrows make Fafnir wonder why his good-looking master never gotten a fish in the sea. 'Oh yeah, the unsettling bangs' he said to himself

"Wow. How old are you?" "I'm eighteen." I replied. "I should have known." He murmured, and I turned on the horse to look at him. "What do you mean, you should have known?" I asked. He looked down at me, and our eyes met. Our eyes had met several times in this very long night, but this time it was stronger, more synergic than other times. His electric blue eyes seemed to capture my stormy grey ones and hold on to it, and I could feel myself almost melting in his gaze.

Leo asks with uncontained anger that's brimming with threats and promises to cause bodily harm. He moves towards me, crouching in front of me, his eyes are no longer black. They are brown with specks of amber in them like a piece of burned timber that's been rescued from a raging fire. They do not contain any heat. His eyes are icy and calculating, and my blood, which was once seething with rage, has now turned to ice with fear. As I continue to look into his eyes, something in his sight shouts of explicable actions. My body tenses and my lungs stop filling with air as I remain immobile, like prey caught in the grasp of a fascinating hunter.

Liv tossed and turned restlessly in her down sleeping bag, her eyes moving rapidly behind her eyelids. She was caught in a dream. A dream about wolves. Wolves with bright, ice blue eyes. Suddenly, the eyes were no longer in a white wolf’s face, but a man’s. A man’s face, all planes and angles; the only thing saving it from being cruel looking was a wide, sensuous mouth.

Her family and fellow pack members looked on, their expressions a mix of relief and anticipation, unaware of the emotional turmoil that churned within Elvie. The weight of the veils lifted, Elvie felt a rush of awareness flooding back, and with it, a wave of conflicting emotions. Her eyes, once veiled by an otherworldly calmness, now glistened with unshed tears. The reality of the situation crashed upon her like an unrelenting tide, washing away the remnants of the spell that had ensnared her.

Jared had hinted at something sinister in her past, and foolish or not, I had the need to see her, and to make sure she was okay. She was back behind the computer, her eyes glued to the screen in concentration, or she was giving a good impression of concentrating anyway. I took the time to study her, and I saw that she had her hair pulled back in a tight bun with two pencils sticking out of it. The ugly gray suit jacket looked like a box on her small frame as she hunched her shoulders. When she looked up I was caught once again by the unparalleled beauty of her eyes. They were a deep indigo blue, without a speck of black. More than that, the thing that made them shine were the whites, and th

It was fleeting, but I could clearly tell it was a glance of sordid distaste. But would you believe if I say that even his glare was beautiful? Yeah, he was that Hot. Especially his eyes. A kind of shining passionate green that the ocean turns during a storm. They were the exact glossy color of kelp on the shore, flecked with splinters of driftwood. The sclerae that surrounded them were pristine, untouched by dark flakes. I wouldn't mind being glared at, if they were these pair of eyes.

“Gloc, I’m just going to my house for a bit, need to make sure all my papers are in order. I’m going to take my break a little earlier. If you need me, I’ll be back in a few minutes. Alright?” The fisherman, Gloc, just nodded. His eyes on out towards the sea. Gloc had a huge scar on his face, one that runs along his eyes down to his chin. It sorts of reminds me of Yohan’s forehead scar. The only difference is that Gloc’s scar ran along his left eye, blinding it permanently. It was completely white. He notices me staring and looks down at me. Flinching, I attempt to look away, but he already saw me staring. He grins, and I see a sliver of golden teeth, “I got it in a dog fight.”

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.