Los Ojos Nunca Mienten Novels & Stories

Her piercing ocean deep eyes are making me shift in the otherwise comfortable sofa. What's in her that makes me so nervous? I've talked to hundreds of people before, but no one made me feel like this. Maybe it's because of her appealing appearances? Or the pair of deep oceans staring directly through me? "I can make quick maths too, but let me enlighten you on something. You couldn't know if I'll get profit because you can't know if your bourbon will be selling. As a start, I can offer you work on consignment. I'll pay whatever I have sold."

“Sí tu puedes (Yes you can)” The fullness inside me pushed up, needing, wanting, demanding, that I gave in to it. “Natán,” I whispered. “Los ojos en mí (Eyes on me)” he snapped. I jerked my gaze up to his, and the force of those brown eyes pinned me in place. My chest hurt and a pressure built up at the backs of my eyes. His lips kicked up, a fierce smile lighting up his face. “God, you're so beautiful,” the words spilled out of me.

Melo stated. He is not looking me directly in the eye. He is trying to look the other way. His fingers and tapping his side legs. "Are you the one she drunk with abroad?" "What? Drunk? No." Melo denying it with a gesture of no. He is denying it so much that he is making it so obvious. "Melo." I demanded. He sighed. "Okay fine. We wet.in America." "And?" I asked impatiently. "And something big happened. I don't know what will be your reaction to this but you'll probably gonna hate me after you hear all of what I am going to tell you."

she said to me, her hand still holding up the soap for me to see. I held her hand with the soap and I said to her. "I have never told any of them that their eyes are the most beautiful I have ever seen, but I have surely told them that they have beautiful eyes. You are the only person whose eyes mesmerize me to say such words. Even now that I am looking at it, your doubts are plainly written on it, they are still the most beautiful eyes ever. It goes beyond color and eye shape, Tania. It goes beyond how long your eyelashes are. Your eyes are magnificent."

Romero never forgot the beautiful little girl with the unusual cat's eyes, he remembered his Nonna had told him that her eyes were very special because newborns should have blue eyes. Juliette’s eyes were a deep emerald green mixed with molten gold, it had spooked his Nonna when she first saw them and she had gone to the nearby little church to say a rosary. She had brought back the local Priest and he blessed the baby and sprinkled her with Holy Water as he prayed fervently. It had made Romero laugh because she had screamed her outrage at having the cold water thrown over her waving her tiny fists in anger at the Priest it had taken all his young patience to calm her and rock her back to sl

After a long silence, he grew uneasy under my stare and finally snapped, “Fine. If you will not do it, then never do it again. Do not expect me to ever grace you with my appetite.” With a flick of his hand, he called to the servants. “Bring breakfast.” When the food was laid out, Clare Lambert, the Omega he had brought home last night, walked straight to the Luna’s seat and sat down as if she owned it. That chair was meant only for the true Luna. Even without his mark, by agreement, it had always been mine. For nine years, no one dared to touch it. Now she leaned back gracefully, lips curving in mockery. “This seat is far more comfortable than yours.”

I know I should be afraid, but deep down, I know that he won't hurt me. "Abre tus ojos." Open your eyes. He commands. I hesitate, unmoving. I've seen enough movies to know that you are never to look your captors in the eye. If you see their faces, your chances of making it out alive drop drastically. So to maintain my chances of survival, I decided to ignore his instruction, hoping that he may just think I just didn't understand Spanish.

Let me love you once again.. Let me need you once again.. Let me trust you once again.. Let me see my face.. In your eyes once again.. Let me hold you once again.. Let's try once again.. To love each other Maybe We will find love that was lost years ago.. With the mistake I never made. _____________________________________________________ “Look at me Ana” he whispered...and I looked at his eyes.They were burning with anger..and a little heartache..

Honestly, he looked exactly the same as before. But how did this happen? Lawrence knelt on one knee and kissed the tears from the corner of my eye. Then, he murmured, "Sylvia, you can act out if you want, but don't hurt yourself, okay? It breaks my heart to see you in pain."

"Recently I can't understand, which of the two of us has a problem with eyesight, why do I make a face that you don't like?" “You told me to wait for you to discuss vision issues?” She glanced at the always-loving face of the Fire God León de Fuego. León de Fuego, the Fire God, smiled, gently helped her tie back the loose white silk band from her hair, brushed away the wood chips from her clothes, and then said in a very low voice: “You are getting more and more beautiful, especially when you smile…”