Novel & Cerita Looking Up Through Eyelashes

Lily was lying facing the window, her eyes closed; she seemed to be deeply asleep. "Why did you have to be so much like her?" I muttered irritably. "It's been a long time since I dreamed of her or even remembered her face," I said seriously, but Lily didn't move. She must be in a deep sleep. I gently caressed her face, running my rough fingers over her delicate features. Lily's face displayed a unique beauty, with fine, well-defined traits that exuded a delicate harmony. Her slightly almond-shaped eyes were adorned with long eyelashes that framed her deep and captivating gaze. The arched eyebrows added to the overall symmetry.

Emilia paused to ask me "If he can't wait then he can head back," I said with a smile, I am using this to get back at him to make myself feel better. Next, she moved on to my eyes, wanting to create a soft and romantic look. She opted for warm tones to complement my outfit. She began by applying a peachy eyeshadow on my eyelids, blending it upwards towards my crease for a subtle gradient effect. Then, she added a touch of shimmer to the inner corners of my eyes to make them pop. She carefully lined my upper lash line with a thin winged liner, accentuating my eyes without making them too dramatic. Finally, she curled my lashes and applied a few coats of mascara to add length and volume.

His long eyelashes keep moving as he bats them occasionally, and I find it kind of sexy. "Get yourself together, Ariel. You are still in trouble," I scold myself, but it doesn't seem to be working, as I suddenly have the feeling of touching those eyelashes. When he finally raises his gaze to look at me and his pair of beautiful eyes pierce at me, I feel my heart stop beating for seconds, and my mouth drops open. I feel something crawling inside, my blood suddenly boils, and beads of sweat form on my forehead as I slowly clench my fists. I feel the area between my legs tighten and sting as if it's craving something. The urge to stick my finger there and rub it surges through me, but that'll b

The heat feeling refreshing on my cold skin causing me to unintentionally lean into her embrace. Genuinely surprised I was able to move my head on my own for the first time in days. I slowly open my eyes blinking a few times to adjust to the soft glow of fluorescents while awaiting my vision to clear. When the room comes into focus I am met with the softest brown eyes staring back at me through long thick lashes.

She came towards us and looked at me for a few seconds. Her eyes were black just like her hair, with very long eyelashes which framed her doe eyes perfectly. Beautiful !! very beautiful... I was mesmerized by her beauty.

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.

Violet and Oakley need to be here. “UGH. I know but it doesn’t mean I am happy about it.” I say, looking into his deep brown eyes. It's unfair of the goddess to bless a male with such perfect eyelashes. They are jet black and frame his deep eyes perfectly, splaying out over his undereye when he closes them. Any she-wolf would kill for those lashes. He chuckles deeply, sending tingles straight to my already heated core.