Looking Up Through Eyelashes Novels & Stories

Sa madilim na silid ay makikitang may maliwanag na ilaw na nanggagaling sa araw ng buwan na nakapasok at nakatuon sa direksiyon sa kama kung saan nakahiga ang binatang natatakpan na ngayon ng silaw ng liwanag ang maamong mukha. His long curved eyelashes fljtter at irritation hanggang sa dahan dahan niyang buksan ang kanyang mga mata. His slightly orange and yellowish eyes that resembles the sunrise calmly faced the sunlight that blocked his handsome face.

Both her upper and lower lips are the same size. Now that I think about it, her face is quite symmetrical. Her brows aren’t full but naturally carved with a slight arc, and her 256 lashes—yes, I counted them when she was asleep—are short but curved upward, giving her eyes a doe-like appearance. "Luca!" "What?" "You aren’t listening to me, are you? What are you looking at?" My perfect little beast. "You," I said. "Oh… uhm… okay, well… you have to listen," she said with a flustered face.

Svetlana Yulia Kozlovsky I took out the bottle of glycerin from my bag, tilted my head back, looked up at the gross ceiling that I hope had seen better days, and pulled down my lower eyelid to place the dropper directly over the eye rim and squeeze out 2 drops of glycerin. I looked down and gently closed my eye for 1 minute. I then placed one finger at the corner of my eye near the nose and applied gentle pressure.

Emerald winced, sucking in a sharp breath as the sting doubled, her hand instinctively twitching away from him. She glanced up at Alaric, secretly watching him through her lashes. His long, thick eyelashes cast shadows over the depths of his dark eyes, giving him an intense, enigmatic look. Her gaze lingered, mesmerized by the stillness of his face, until his eyes suddenly flicked up, catching her in the act.

Her eyes were cast down like she was scared to look up at me. I moved closer to her, lowering my head to inhale the scent of her hair. The smell that had beclouded my senses earlier. I closed my eyes as I took in more of her scent. I could see her shivering like she was terrified by my presence. She was shivering like she was not the one I heard a few moments ago conversing so cheerfully. Her eyelids were closed shut, and I used the opportunity to take in her facial features. Her lashes were long and curled at the end, resting on her cheekbones like an Angel's. But I had just noticed something else. I looked closely at again at her lashes and noticed that the base of her lashes was slightly

I took in a deep breath and nodded yes, and she slowly spun me around in the chair that some of the men brought in for this occasion. Looking in the mirror, I could not believe my eyes, Lina, the makeup artist did a natural look on my face, so as to leave the feel of not much makeup on. My eyes are done up with a smokey grey look, highlighting the almond shape of my eyes, and my lashes look longer and fuller than they ever had, but not so long that they look fake.

I got up from my bed and walked towards the window. Parting the curtains to the side, the blinding light of the sun piercing through the window panes made me close my eyes for a moment. I closed my eyes tightly then opened them slowly until I got adjusted to the glare. The moment I gazed into the distance, all I could see was the rich and sprawling greeneries below the wide canopy of the sky, animated by its sailing, fluffy clouds. From where I stood, it looked like I was on top of a hill overlooking the rolling stretch of farms and plain below.

asked Ezekiel. Ezra nodded. "Hmm," Ezekiel murmured softly, returning to stroking Ezra's temple to part her baby hair. He traced the woman's face carefully. Her forehead, her brow bone, the soft wrinkle between her brows, and her eyelids. He noticed a tremble in her eyelids, making her lashes flutter seductively. Her eyes which normally looked black and dark, empty without a single light, seemed to reflect a little of the moonlight, with a faint hint of deep blue.

“I didn’t hit—,” “Whatever it was!” “And you were busy crying so I decided to find it by myself. A little pressure will only help.” “What?” She asked in disbelief. “I was crying?” She gritted out, feeling how rude he sounded that time. “Yes,” he said, cupping her face and bringing his thumbs to press them lightly on her eyes which closed automatically. As soon as she closed her eyes, she even felt her wet eyelashes touching her cheekbones when he pressed slightly before rolling the lids and making her feel good. By that, she also realised that she was really shedding tears because she could feel the wetness on her eyelashes touching her cheekbones. Hades was indeed right!

I let my eyes fall over his face, lingering on each one of his features. His dark eyes were closed and the deep-brown lashes that frame them were fanned across his cheeks. I’d never really paid attention to them before, but looking close up, I could see that they were long and curled at the ends. They were girls’ eyelashes—perfectly formed and totally worthy of eyelash-envy.