Longing Eyes Novels & Stories

So the fact that she's even more beautiful than she already was before, makes me even angrier. I'm about two heads taller than her now, she has fair skin that looks like snow, long curly and golden hair, a perfect body in the shape of an hourglass to put it simply with that tiny waist of hers. Not to say about the cherry on the cake… her dangerous ruby-red eyes. I had forgotten about them, but now, seeing from where I am, they make her absurdly gorgeous. And it's annoying. And now, this gorgeous creature I hate more than anything, is crying… It makes me sick.

she locks eyes with me, and we gaze at each other. We both become lost in our longing to have ourselves.

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

Lazarus De Loughrey She was sleeping peacefully, bathed in the glow of the moonlight that highlighted her magnetic beauty. I found myself longing to see those mesmerizing icy eyes, the balm to her soul. Her words playing on an endless loop in my mind, slipping from her lips like a secret that was never to be spoken. A mirage of emotions exploded in her eyes; the most overwhelming one was fear that turned them white. Maybe my possession and jealousy ran deeper, someone incapable of love wanted to devour her soul until we became one.

Nanlalaki ang mga matang napatingin ako sa kanya. Round, big piercing brown eyes are studying me and I think someone gutted me. It's the most beautiful eyes that my eyes meet. It's a unique combination of honey and nature. The darkness only made her orbs shine brightly and I'm mesmerized. Lost in her eyes and the warmth it gives to my soul. What's with this woman and her fucking brown eyes? "Oh my God!"

He catches her, asking if she's alright, only to be captivated by her green eyes, igniting an unexpected rush of emotions. ***** He hadn't seen her for days, and the longing to catch a glimpse of her face grew stronger. The anticipation heightened as he imagined the moment their skin would touch. A warmth enveloped him, and a new spark ignited within. Despite initially brushing off the idea of a clichéd connection through touch, he now found himself drawn to the sensation, eagerly wanting to see her, especially those enchanting green eyes.

Even in the dim light he can see her eyes closed and tears rolling down. “Open your eyes, Ana.” He coaxed with rough tone. Her eyelashes lift up slowly, gracing him to watch the beautiful evergreen orbs. Their eyes staring into each other. His eyes filled with infinite desire, possessiveness while hers with helplessness and anticipation. She has no choice but to submit to his lewd demands.

Y'all should decide what you would like. I moved away from him, even more, and he just stared at me like I was losing it. I knew I had to explain what I meant to him. His eyes were so fixed on me, they felt like he could see into my very soul. I turned to face him and he looked away for only a split second before turning to me again.

She is having butterflies in her stomach. " What's with these eyes? They're average eyes. Brown!" " They are brown but they hold thousands of stars. You used to get excited with little things. Those eyes sparked with happiness. They were like peaceful Autumn day. I don't know how to explain more about it. Maybe I am unable to become a poet over the beloved pair of eyes. But, I just love them. I love your everything!" He whispers, looking into her eyes. Juliette swallows hard. She tries to look away as her heart is beating faster, however, she doesn't. She loves to see those icy eyes staring at her. Those stares show longing, loving and warmth of loyalty.

Her delicate features were like a work of art, each detail meticulously crafted with perfection. Her long lashes brushed against her cheeks, creating a gentle flutter with each breath she took. They framed her captivating eyes, windows to a soul that sparkled with warmth, intelligence, and an unwavering spirit. Those eyes had the power to see through me, to unravel the depths of my being, and to touch the most vulnerable parts of my heart.