Longing Eyes Novels & Stories

Even from far away, heat flows through my body. "Stay with me. Lay down by my side." Trust me when I say that I am embarrassed asking or these things but how can I resist those eyes? His eyes aren't passionate or cold or dull. They're definitely not filled with lust or desire. They just are. Twinkling in the dark like a deep blue ocean. It's mesmerising.

These eyes, on the verge of releasing their captive tears, express a profound yearning for solace and relief from the burdens that weigh heavily upon her shoulders. Every glance offers a glimpse into her inner turmoil, a narrative of struggles and heartaches that words alone cannot capture. They hold the power to evoke empathy, inviting those who dare to look closer to share in her sorrow and offer a comforting embrace. The vulnerability they exhibit serves as a reminder of the fragility of the human spirit and the profound impact a single act of kindness can have on a wounded soul. Her sad eyes, poised to overflow, possess a haunting beauty that draws the observer into a world of empathy an

And the look in his eyes made her breath catch in her throat. Because it wasn't anger. It wasn't amusement. It was something far more dangerous. Something that looked almost like longing.

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?"

His words were a gentle command, a carnal decree that echoed in the heated space. Their eyes locked once again, creating a nexus of raw, unspoken sentiments amidst the tempest of their physical congress. His eyes, fiery orbs of desire, probed into hers, sharing in the silent tales of pleasure that they whispered. Her eyes shimmered with the reflections of raw, unquenchable desire and the manifold depths of pleasure that his relentless strokes invoked within the intimate recesses of her being.

“You’d better pray his head is okay.” Even after the two disappeared out the door, James lay motionless at the bottom of the staircase. He stared blankly at the dazzling crystal chandelier above, his eyes trembling slightly. He wasn’t sure how long he remained there before tears began streaming freely from the corners of his eyes.

Looking into his eyes, it was far from before; I don't see any sadness, or anger, it was filled with, desires, pleasure and love. He seemed to want to take advantage of what I said. His eyes flickered on my lips, whilst I was memorizing every corner of his face; from the perfect shape of his brows, hazel nut eyes currently fantasizing my lips as if begging me for the freedom to possess it, even though that chance was already in his hands.

It appeared as though someone had carelessly thrown a tiny stone into a still lake, causing the surface to ripple. She wasn't unattractive. Her eyelashes were long and curled, and her looks were what many men wanted. Her eyes resembled pure, clean springs that held all of the world's spiritual mana. That was not to say that the spring was not bitterly chilly. Her eyes had the ability to make people feel chilly and frigid.

I looked into his eyes—those gorgeous, unreadable eyes—and felt the anger drain away, replaced by longing so deep it made my chest ache. He was right. I wanted him. Still. Despite everything.

It felt like an eternity had passed when I looked up again. Tristan stood before me, disheveled, eyes hollow with dark circles beneath. His stubble shadowed his face, giving him an edge of desperation. Clutching the broken pieces of our drawing, he trembled. "It's alright. We can make another one. I'll fix it." With a shaky, childlike eagerness, he held out a small amulet in both hands as if it were a trophy he'd won. "Look, Emily," he said, his voice strained, almost pleading. "I got another amulet for you."