Looking Up Through Eyelashes Novels & Stories

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.

My eyelids are so heavy as if they're weighed down by lead. I lift my hand-at least, I try to. But it's too damn heavy. It takes everything in me just to move my fingers. Try harder. Summoning every bit of willpower I have left, I force my hand up to my face. The moment my fingers brush against my skin, something shifts. With one final push, I wipe my eyes, and-boom. My eyelids suddenly give way, peeling open with effort. Blinding light greets me, and I blink rapidly as my surroundings come into focus. Confusion tightens around my chest.

[Amor’s POV] “Seventy-five and one hundred and fifteen.” I laid on the mattress on my back. I smiled. Her nervously flickering eyes. Her controlled breaths and her… scent. I gulped, clearing my throat. Her face was crystal clear in my mind, as if she was sitting right next to me. Drawing her eyes with my finger in the air, I reminded myself once again of how perfect they were. “Seventy-five eyelashes on her lower eyelids and one hundred and fifteen on her upper eyelids. Not one less or more in her eyes. Just perfect.”

Moreover, although she has reached adulthood, he still felt that she has not grown up and still needed to be protected and taken care of by many people. Then the warm touch of the towel moved to the bridge of the nose, then to the cheeks and chin. Jacob opened his eyes. His eyes met Ashley's eyes. Her eyes were big and bright, the wrinkles of her eyelids were obvious, and her eyelashes were curly and warped, like two small brushes. The corners of the eyes were naturally drooping, and the eyes were a bit like puppy eyes, which looked clean and pure. They just stared at each other for a few seconds.

She nods, “I’ll ask your guys to give me a couple of bags each, just in case.” He nods, and looks back at Eliza, Ash is studying her face, “I thought I saw her eyelashes flutter last night, but it didn’t happen again.” She nods and comes over, resting her palm on Eliza’s head and closing her eyes. She sighs,

She slowly opened her eyes as her eyelashes fluttered. As the sunlight was shining on her face, she found it to be too bright. She looked at him with narrowed eyes. What she did made her look a little dreamy as she slightly tilted her head, making a few loose strands of hair fall on her collarbones.

Is his hand also going to stop me from turning around too? Slowly, I maneuver until I’m facing him and I manage to do all that without waking him up, thankfully. I let out a sigh of relief that it’s a successful mission because the reason I’m turning around in the first place is to ogle him, something I don’t get to do when he’s looking at me, and waking him up does nothing but defeats that. I stare. And stare. And stare some more. At his ridiculously long eye-lashes(I still don’t get why some guys get to have lashes that we’d literally pay to get done. What exactly do they use it for?), at his high cut cheekbones glistening under the sunlight, his straight nose, proud chin and those full li

Skyla's vision got blurry owing to the tears that would now and then fill her eyes. She gaped at his upper body that was dotted with thorns and some ants were still crawling on his upper body. Wiping off her tears, she tried to pick and throw the red ants away!

"Because I woke up at 3 AM and you were staring at the ceiling like a man who'd lost his mind. And at 4 AM you were counting my eyelashes." The room went dead silent. "I was NOT counting your eyelashes." "You were. I saw you. One, two, three, four. You were counting." "I was checking for injuries." "INJURIES. On my EYELASHES?” "You had mascara on them. I was checking if it was smudged." "Kieran." "What." "You counted my eyelashes. Admit it." There was a long pause. "…They're long," I muttered. "Unnaturally long. It's suspicious."

The kind that says I see you and I am glad and this is everything and I will not make it weird. When she pulls back her eyes are doing something. "Do not," I say. "I am not doing anything," she says. "Your eyes are doing something," I say. "They are fine," she says, blinking rapidly. "Completely fine. Dust." "Hackney dust." "Notorious for it," she says.