Longing Eyes Novels & Stories

Butterflies danced among the blossoms. She closed her eyes, feeling the tranquility and beauty of nature, as if becoming one with this landscape. Cora took a deep breath, trying to let the fresh air dispel the gloom in her heart. She really should not have given up so many years of freedom for someone unworthy, confining herself to one house while waiting for a man whose heart was full of someone else to turn back and see her.

I ask in my usual tone but when I catch a glimpse of his eyes chills run down my spine and my blood goes cold. The icy hue of his eyes hold an undeniable allure, like frozen sapphires glistening under a pale moonlight. They seem to possess a magnetic power, drawing others into their depths with an irresistible force. In their cold, intense gaze, I can almost sense a hunger, an insatiable craving that sought to consume and possess me. “Oh my God Lucien!!” I cry out.

I looked straight into his eyes to ridicule him but I was taken aback when I saw those deep brown eyes. Damn! They are so mesmerizing. It's showing a thousand emotions that puzzled me. He's the one who didn't show up from all these years, but I can see sadness in his eyes. Longing should be for the person close to your heart that you want to be with but you couldn't. Clyde's action is driving me insane. When He pulls me in a hug, suddenly I can't refuse him. Damn my weak heart!

She struggled to keep her eyes open, her words were almost inaudible, thanks to the effect of the alcohol, but there was a hint of sadness in her voice, conveying truth in the words she just babbled. Adonis found himself peering intently into her eyes. Her eyes were a mesmerizing shade of green, like the leaves of a summer forest, and they seemed to sparkle with intelligence and humor. They were large and expressive, framed by long, thick lashes that seemed to go on for miles, making them look even more alluring. She was so young and vulnerable. A profound sadness lingered in her eyes as she spoke, conveying a deep sense of hurt. It was abundantly clear that she was struggling with a great d

~Oh, I cry and I pray And I beg for you to love me I cry and I pray And I beg for you to love me~ The beautiful brown eyes were staring right into her blue one like it was searching for someone, like they could look into deep down her soul and growing with every second. His gaze was not uncomfortable for her but it felt like it was her safe zone. She didn't know why his eyes were calling out for her, asking her many questions that she was unable to understand, unable to answer. Those couple of seconds felt like a lifetime for each one of them. They both shared the moment in close proximity to one another but there was something different in his eyes at the moment, he looked lost but found, d

"It's been a very long time ago since I felt like a human... I don't think I remember what it feels like anymore." I watched him, my eyes locked onto his face. His features were etched with a mix of sadness and longing, his piercing blue golden eyes dimmed by the weight of his memories. I could sense the depth of his emotions, the ache in his heart as he struggled to recall a time when life was simpler.

She could not look away. Those eyes, like glowing orbs of moonlight, seemed to catch and bend the faint light around them. The gaze fixed entirely on her was filled with something that looked like longing—ancient, deep, and impossibly patient. As if whoever they belonged to had been waiting for her across lifetimes, searching through the void for this single moment. The intensity of that yearning reached across the distance between them, wrapping around her heart like a promise she didn't yet understand. Her hand lifted toward them before she even realized she had moved. But before her fingers reached the eyes, the entire scene vanished, the darkness collapsing inward as the silver light bur

She just gazed at me, her eyes piercing and unyielding, as if waiting for me to explain or justify my outburst. It was then that I truly saw her eyes, like two rich, velvety brown pools that seemed to hold a depth of emotion and understanding. They were fringed with thick lashes that added to their allure, and their warmth drew me in like a gentle embrace. Her eyes were like melted chocolate, smooth and inviting, with hints of golden light that danced in their depths. They were eyes that seemed to see right through to my soul, and yet, they held a softness that made me feel like I was gazing into a gentle summer breeze.

No mirror, no filter made her feel as beautiful as his eyes did. He gently laid her down on the soft, inviting mattress, gently parting their lips. The longing in his eyes was palpable as they traced every curve and contour of her face. She luxuriated in the warmth of his intense gaze, feeling an unparalleled sense of beauty and desirability. No mirror or filter could ever evoke the same profound feeling of beauty as the captivating gaze of his eyes.

Every movement was purposeful, every gesture imbued with a silent confidence that commanded attention. But it was his eyes that held the most mesmerizing allure, a pair of orbs that gleamed like polished onyx in the dim light of the chamber. Behind their enigmatic depths lay a wellspring of emotion, a turbulent sea of passion and longing that threatened to consume all who dared to gaze upon them.