Look Both Ways Novel Novels & Stories

I noticed that he was looking at the book in my hands, focusing his gaze on me again. "Did you come to take the book for a walk, or were you going to stay here, but gave up when you saw me? "John asked in the most direct way possible, returning to his previous position, gazing out at the garden and smoking quietly. "I saw that you were thinking and thought it would be better to leave you alone.", I admitted a little embarrassed, watching him deny it with his head.

I said and frowned before drinking the water again. " wow you can't even form a sentence " he said and I frowned. " I don't care about your body.." I said quickly.. LIAR.... " I thought I told you to stay away from me this morning " I managed to say without tearing my gaze from his hazel eyes. " well you did but just so you know I don't listen to anyone and you left your book on the table " he said holding out my literature novel ' a trip to Venice ' .. How the hell didn't I see that before when he came.

The fact that we deal with numerous cases of the said don'ts proves it's a time-wasting affair. With no motivation whatsoever, I took long, quick strides towards the welcoming hall. I was in the middle of my speech when I felt eyes on me. I glanced around, and my gaze fell on a slender blonde boy who looked truly scared. He had beautiful golden-brown eyes and I couldn't look away!

He hands me the book and I look it over before opening it. “I think this will be of some help to you, I can help you with focus and direction.” I look at a few pages of the book, it has detailed accounts and explanations on how to fulfil different ‘desires’. It shows intricate symbols, circles and some of the symbols look like they are glowing. “What language is this?” Zylith asks and I look up at her. “What do you mean, it’s English.” Sure some of the words were difficult and new but Zylith was far from dull.

I stared at it long enough to consume the thought that I made it this far. I read the chapter from the top and made sure there are less errors. The feeling was unexplainable. I did it. I finished the novel. I took a deep sigh of relief as I saved it and closed my laptop. I stared at the view- mountains, big trees, green valleys, the lake, children playing with their kites-a home. While enjoying the view, a van suddenly stopped in front of our house. I waited until I saw a familiar figure of someone-her dark complexion, her cury hair, and finally..her lovely face.

Oh my word , why is he so hot! Shaking my head of unsavory thoughts , I concentrate on my book again. While deep in my own little world, I feel the same sensation I had earlier. However , it was much stronger. My eyes scan the café - scanning for the source of this sensation. Our eyes meet , and our look feels like it lasted for an eternity . The guy from earlier , looks at me with such wonder and longing - which is quite weird. His eyes feel as if they are searching for something , not in my eyes but in my soul.

said the young man then looked at the palm of his hand that had been used to cover Laras's mouth, then came a smile behind the mask that the young man was wearing. The young man stood up and patted his slightly dirty ass, his eyes staring in all directions. just a simple backyard, there are some flower plants, iron chairs and -- Novel books. The young man in jeans and an oversized hoodie stepped on his feet, his hands moving to reach for the novel lying on the ground. "Novel book?" murmured the young man while staring at the thick book, "Must have Lovina." he said again speaking himself, obviously the young man knew Lovina. Because he's Javier.

The novel has 52 chapters including the prologue and epilogue. I closed my laptop before I walk out of my room, I look at Janine and Shia who are eating their chips while they are watching. “Oh, hi!” Janine greeted me when she noticed me. “You didn’t tell me that you’re going here,” I say, I sit beside her. “Is it required?” she asks, I laugh, “I’m watching with my friend, I don’t want to talk to anyone,” she added before she look at the TV again. Shia looked at Janine.

He'd once killed a man publicly for having the guts to look him in the eyes, he'd gutted the man like a pig. The said man's eyes turned towards me, but I fought the urge to look away. I was a dying man anyway, I didn't need to be a coward when all my actions were already damned. He had light grey eyes, so light they were almost like white orbs, framed by his long dark lashes.

Third Person POV Swallowing the sob rising in her throat, Isabella turned and fled. She couldn't let them see her, couldn't let them know she'd overheard their twisted scheme. She found refuge in a dimly lit alcove, hidden behind a towering floral arrangement. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her mind racing, trying to process the betrayal. All of these at once, and that too on her birthday, it wasn't everyday that she would hate herself but today was just it and she had had about enough.