Longing Eyes Novels & Stories

The nanny got to work, collecting every photo album and frame, then stacking them on the lawn. Jessica uncorked several bottles of Anthony's prized red wine, dousing the memories in scarlet. She poured a glass for herself and one for the nanny. Their glasses met with a hollow clink, the echo of a five-year love breaking apart. Jessica flicked the lighter and tossed it into the heap, watching the past go up in flames. Flickering flames cast a warm glow as Jessica tipped back her glass, the last of the wine mingling with the tears that traced a path down her cheeks.

If anything, he sounds desperate…and lonely. I would spend one hundred nights with him if I could. But I have responsibilities, both as a mother and as a friend. I turn around so that my back is to the water and I’m gazing directly into his eyes. Whoever said that the eyes are gateways to the soul is absolutely correct. Neal’s eyes hold a vulnerability that gives me a glimpse into his inner thoughts. I see pain. I see loneliness. I see exhaustion. I see longing. I see me. Tears fill my eyes and I raise myself on my tiptoes to plant a kiss on his lips. His arms wrap around my waist, holding me flush against his expansive chest.

But his eyes were what made me nervous. His piercing red eyes were staring with so much intensity at my blue eyes. The unmistakable look of longing, fondness and hunger was visible in his dark eyes. I swallowed nervously, though I couldn’t deny the anticipation coursing through my body as he continued staring at me like...like he was seconds away from devouring me whole. “Say it again,” he softly demanded, a total contradiction to his cold voice. “W-what?” I asked. “What you just said,” he replied. “Say it again to my face.”

We can no longer deny that. “Blanca?” My name sounds like a prayer as it falls from his lips in a whisper. None of the harshness I expect can be heard in the utterance. I lift my face from his neck and look into his eyes. It’s hard to see in the dim light of the cave, but the only emotions I see in those light blue orbs are sadness and longing. The first I recognize as a constant companion. The second is completely foreign to me. That’s not entirely true. I understand longing in the sense of wanting to escape, but I’ve never seen anyone with that look in their eyes with me as the object of their affection.

Her wet pink toes curled seductively in the bathtub, her eyes were teary and was filled with a deep yearning, her eyes blinked sexily making her long wet eyelashes tremble. Her green eyes flashed with a tiny strike of silver and only she knew what she was thinking of at that moment.

… On the day I finally boarded my flight, everyone understood what I meant. Many people came to see me off. Samantha was there too. She held my hand and cried as if she could not bear to let go. She asked, "Caleb, are you really only going overseas for three years? What if you leave and never come back?" I looked at her gently, keeping my voice soft and slow. "If you truly love me, can't you wait just three years? If you can't wait, then maybe we should just—"

I insist, my plea carrying the weight of unspoken emotions that have lingered for too long. Our eyes locked in a silent battle, and with each gaze, a reflection of the turmoil within became evident. The reddened intensity of Liam's eyes mirrored the internal fire burning within him, while mine sparkled with a mix of frustration and yearning.

Dear skies, all I saw in that gaze was Calla's beautiful face. "Do you wish to talk about it, sir?" Shirley cast me those sympathetic look of hers, and the more I remembered Calla's beautiful and gentle gaze. Those eyes of hers always melted me that every time I drowned myself in her gaze, I always wanted to hold her forever. "If you don't mind." Damn it, what's in that afternoon that suddenly got me emotional? Why did I miss her all of a sudden and long for her sweetness and her seductive caress?

Extremely healthy. Leia's eyes were filled with deep envy. There was also a strong longing.

It was as if her body kept calling him to take control. Irene observed and realized the desire in his eyes and something else she couldn't understand. The intensity in his eyes grew dark as her body shivered but this time not in fear. It was as if his eyes had spellbound her, she felt her heart flutter. His eyes seemed to be holding a deep longing that made her feel seen and desired as she sensed a quiet passion in him, a tender yet intense affection that made her want to draw closer, to let him wrap his hands around her.