Looking Up Through Eyelashes Novels & Stories

Once he was done with his temporary bandaging, he upped his lashes locking their eyes, only to feel the pain she entertained in hers. It was not needed to speak what she felt, she rather conveyed that through her eyes. Ryley's breaths heavied realizing what she was trying to tell him. Her red eyes made it hard to look in them. And with a conquered sigh, he broke the eye lock standing up in defeat— avoiding to look in them any more.

Lily thought in her mind. She saw how Mark’s eyelashes were. She bent down to touch those eyelashes and put her index finger near Mark’s left eye. She touched his eyelash and faintly smiled. “You look really handsome when you are asleep. Well, to tell the truth you look handsome every time I see you,” Lily murmured as she pulled her hand back.

There was a sudden chill on my lips, followed by a whiff of lemongrass scent running into my nostrils. My eyes widened. The moment I raised my eyes, I clearly felt my eyelids itchy, as if being gently swept by some small brush. I took a closer look and what was in front of me were thick eyelashes. I suddenly understood what was blocking my mouth and who was emitting the scent that kept invading me. My brain was instantly emptied, like a computer suddenly unplugged and the monitor went dark. I could only mechanically reflect the image of what was in front of me. It was two thin eyelashes, like the thin feathers of a butterfly cut off, and like a long spider's legs poking out of a swamp, the e

At least he didn’t appear to be having a bad dream, which was a good thing. What does a man like Lyrek Cole even dream about? His eyes weren’t moving erratically under his eyelids, so whatever was going on in his head at this moment wasn’t causing him distress. Without realizing it, my hand moved to his face, and I carefully touched his eyelashes. They were longer than I noticed before, or perhaps I hadn’t been paying close enough attention. Gently rubbing the tip of my finger over his thick and long lashes, I found myself smiling when his eyes twitched. He didn’t open his eyes, but I pulled my finger back.

His skin was clear and bright like a woman's. His eyelashes were long and curled. With eyelashes like that, you constantly wanted to reach out and stroke his face. They were the only thing that softened his harsh features. Without those feminine eyelashes, his eyes would look too scary. Even now, they were piercing and hot. Mikayla mentally shook her head. She needed to get herself together. He was looking at her expectantly as though waiting for something. What was he waiting for? Oh, right. He asked a question. What was the question again? Oh, heck, she couldn't remember.

I was mesmerized by the precision of her movements and the way she transformed herself into an ethereal vision. Next, she focused on her eyes, delicately lining them with a deep shade of charcoal. Her eyes seemed to come alive with each sweep of the brush, sparkling with a magnetic energy that drew me in. The subtle shimmer of the eyeshadow highlighted their vibrant hue, making them impossible to look away from. As she curled her long lashes, I marveled at the way they framed her eyes, adding a touch of elegance to her already captivating gaze. With a few coats of mascara, her lashes appeared longer and fuller, completing the mesmerizing effect.

Elizabeth pulled it over her shirt, dropping it over her breasts. Elizabeth picks up a small mirror and focuses on the makeup. As she would have to use the mask, she did not want to overdo it. She made a light layer of blush and took a lip gloss, making her lips shine delicately, and with a smile, she focused on her eyes. Her eyes were honey-colored, and he had long lashes. She runs the eyeliner along her eyelid, drawing a delicate black line, and then makes a small arrowhead shape on her cheeks.

And if I am not mistaken, did he just blush or something? He is still looking away, like there is something he is looking at and he is interested in it. But he is just looking at the rode obviously trying to avoid my eyes.His long beautiful eyelashes flex as he look at an opposite direction. The color of his eyes also brighten. It also highlighted the angle of his sharp jaws, and the pinkish color of his cheeks. His rep lips are looking so sweet- NO! What the freak Amira, stop! I slightly shook my head as I try to remove my worldly desires. Damn! Stop fantasizing!

He inspected her face, a big grin spread across his cheeks. She willed herself not to cry. "Hold on," he said. His eyes narrowed. He pressed his thumb gently into her closed eye and cleared away the gob of cum. Her false eyelash came undone and hung from her eye. She raised both her hands in the air, near her face. "Wait," he whispered. He took the eyelash with his fingers and tugged it from her eye. It popped off, pulling at her eyelid. She laughed and tried to turn her head, but he held her chin.

|Author Pov | ..*..*..*.. Aurora's eyelashes fluttered as she slowly awoke from her dreamless slumber. The soft glow of dawn filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle warmth across the room. As she opened her eyes, the world seemed to swim into focus, and she instinctively rubbed them to remove any lingering haziness.