Looking Up Through Eyelashes Novels & Stories

Penetrating the deep darkness inside that room, the first ray of light entered through the glass window and fell on her closed eyes which made her to slowly move her eyelids and then opened her lashes. Her beige hazel eyes came in contact with that shiny morning light which made her to blink her lashes for clearing her vision. A soft yawn escaped from her mouth and then she slightly tossed around but her eyes got widened when they fell on that mirror ceiling above her which was showing her entire reflection but the thing that caught her attention was the place which was completely empty beside her.

Her neck glistens, capturing the light with a captivating shine. I can't take my eyes off her. Her sharp chin and visible oval jawline perfectly frame her face, accentuating her beauty. Her love-shaped lips, adorned with a baby pink lip gloss, invite me in with a gentle allure. As my gaze travels upward, I notice her thick eyelashes, delicately framing her mesmerizing eyes. The baby pinkish glittering eye shades she's wearing add a touch of magic, enhancing the sparkle in her gaze.

Rex asked, trying to look over her shoulder. After a few seconds and a little bit of grunting, lacey sat back up and looked at Rex with a huge grin, “There, that’s better.” She had removed the large eyelashes herself, which left her eyelids red and her eyes watery, just the look on Lacey’s face made Rex start laughing. “Now that’s an awesome look” Rex chuckled, lifting a small silver shiny plate, so Lacey could see herself in its reflection. Once she saw what Rex had seen, she also started to chuckle, even she had to admit she looked quite funny at that moment, red puffy eyes from tearing off the fake lashes, her watery eyes making the eyeliner run a little.

Now there really was something in her eye. Double piddle and bum. Why do I buy mascara with bits in it? She dabbed again, blinked hard, but it was still there, like a lump of gravel on her cornea. With a faint ‘tut’, he rose to his feet. ‘Let me.’ He sat beside her, taking her chin firmly. ‘Hold still and look up.’ As if he’d done it a million times, he pulled her eyelid down and took the handkerchief from her hand. ‘I can see it’, he muttered. ‘Keep still.’

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With gentle and careful arms, I lifted her petite frame and made my way upstairs. Reaching her room, I gently laid her down on her bed. In the soft light of the room, I took a moment to appreciate the delicate features that graced her sleeping face. Her eyes were truly a marvel – round and expressive, adorned with long, dark lashes that beautifully framed them. They held a sense of curiosity and wonder, with a spark of mischief that occasionally danced in their depths.

Raina Peeling my eyes open, a strong scent of disinfectant wafted through my nose, causing my stomach to stir, and building an urge for me to retch. Duh! My eyes fluttered shut due to some peppery stuff. I had a hard time squeezing my eyes open. This time, my gaze honed in on Lily. I jolted, sitting upright, blinking to check if I was seeing right. I got down from the bed, and the door clicked open. A sharp breath escaped from my lips as my attention darted towards the door.

ELIANA I crease my eyebrows when something warm and gentle touches my face. I flutter my eyelashes softly to get rid of the blurry vision. A strong smell of antiseptic hits my nostrils and-that's when I remember where I am. Slowly, I turn my head to look at Jackson and he is!

It is like looking at the most diverse mix of a population in one place. “Not exactly,” he stops the chair. “Try looking with something other than your eyes.” He must be referring to my witch senses. Putting out a feeler of energy, I sense what I can with my aura. Are any of them witches? Can I connect with any of them? I send my aura down through the glass into the room. One of the older children looks and even though I am far above her, she makes eye contact with me. Her eyelids blink first sideways, and then another set of lids blink up and down. Her mouth opens wide to show row after row of shark-like teeth.

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.