Longing Eyes Novels & Stories

I could never get tired of gazing into those captivating eyes. His long lashes were something every girl would envy—naturally long and curved, perfectly framing his doe-like eyes. His thick eyebrows, the kind that could make anyone swoon, were knitted together as if he were in the middle of a bad dream. His lips were slightly parted, and the soft rhythm of his breathing was calming.

Men have been castrated and hanged for less than what I do in the shadows of my chambers. And yet… I cannot stop. For months now, my eyes have been fixed on one boy in particular. Elias. He was taken from the kingdom we conquered last spring. Nineteen years old, with smooth skin, dark hair that falls into his eyes, and a mouth that looks like it was made to stretch around a king’s cock. He moves with a quiet grace that drives me mad. I have watched him from afar during feasts and training sessions, my cock growing hard under my robes while nobles praised my latest victory.

He has me lay in the bed, raise my tip to reveal my stomach and he squirted gel on me, “this shouldn’t take long, let just look around and see what we can find!” Damon is staring at the screen just waiting for something to pop up. I see his eyes squinting trying to figure out the screen but he has no clue what he’s looking for. I think he looks super cute but I will know it when I see it.

The intense glaring contest between Savanna and Lisa seemed to freeze time for a moment, as their eyes locked in a battle of wills. Each woman's gaze conveyed a distinct and powerful message, reflecting their conflicting emotions and desires. Savanna's eyes burned with a fiery menace, radiating determination and a fierce will to stake her claim in Alex's life. There was an unwavering resolve in her gaze as if she was willing to go to any lengths to be with him. Her eyes seemed to pierce through the air, reflecting her defiance and refusal to back down.

With tremendously intense nervousness and curiosity, Leila whirled around. She was met by a pair of monstrous dragon eyes shaped like narrow triangles pointing sharply downwards. Crystal blue veins radiated from the center to the outer edge of the irises. Blue liquid wobbled inside them like lakes. Its dark vertical pupils were shrieking while the world around them dimmed, as if they were black holes sucking all the light in. Leila felt her whole being gravitating towards the wondrous eyes, as the dragon penetratingly stared into Leila’s very soul, like drowning in the water, with an immense suffocation.

It thought to have reside deep within, spread to who-knows-where after trully materialize into existence. “Bloody,” the plea of voices filled my mind, “gore!” I stumble upon, catching my breath as I cough a mouthful of blood. I wouldn't able to question what's just happen, I merely look through the bottom of his eyes, the deep sorrow and longing was the only thing that keeps me from trying to breath. There's something in that eyes that I couldn't fully understand, a mystery that fell me into unresistable agony. Or was it a desire?

I turned off the shower but I still couldn't get his scent off me. Wrapping myself in a robe, I went to my closet to pick an outfit for my interview tomorrow. I didn't want to be late. I needed this job. I ended up chosing a deep blue straight gown and a pair of red heels. I laid in bed and wrapped myself in blankets trying to sleep but I couldn't. Everytime I closed my eyes I was met the same set gold eyes. Haunting me and pulling me away from sleep. By the time it was 6am in the morning, I had gotten little to no sleep and my eyes were dull.

Angela stated solemnly. Leonardo elaborated on the girl he was looking for: "She had lovely eyes, sad eyes, and a pointy nose; her lips were round and seductive." Angela felt inferior after hearing Leonardo's description of a beautiful woman for her to find. Overall, she was envious of the woman. She must, however, locate her. Angela was frustrated after an hour of walking around, checking every woman in the place to tell Leonardo she had failed him. "Perhaps she's stopped coming here."

she stated as another wave of tears overtook her eyes. Nikaulas lifted his face to see her. Her bewitching eyes were oozing tiny precious crystals. He let his gaze trail one of her tears while fighting the urge to touch it. He watched as the warm tear disappeared into her lips and only after that lifted his gaze to look in her eyes. Her thick long lashes were angled up as she stared off at the ceiling. Those eyes that had always scintillated joy and optimism were now drowned in melancholy. Profound melancholy. The agony was etched through her features. And yet.....yet she looked hauntingly beautiful.

Instinctively Elvious distanced himself from the youngman even though he sensed no magic at the kid at all. The arrived man stared at the three immortal for awhile who happens to have a shocked on their faces, then the young man faced the wounded Nicholai. However, Nicholai strucked with an uncontrollable emotions. E.J's eyes are back to normal now. It show his bluish oceanic eyes. How could Nicholai forget those eyes. How could he forget the feeling just looking at it. Tears stream again from his eyes, while feeling the most intense kind of emotion of longing.