Mata Gatal Di Sudut Mata Novels & Stories

It was something else. The sensation only seemed to happen within his eyes and it felt like his eyelids, eyeballs, and the tops of his cheeks were hardening up into a strange sort of stone, when he closed his eyes tight. The rock that made up the feeling was somehow simultaneously smooth and slightly graining, with tiny little, exactly straight with no zigzagging, lightning strikes of pain that appeared every now and then when the jagged edges made themselves clear. The jagged edges also became more and more pronounced whenever he tried to move his eyes up and down like this, as well as moving around his cheeks and forced the movements of his nose, and his eyebrows, as best he could.

SARAH Dull pain crept through my state of unawareness. I winced, or at least I thought I did. As my senses slowly returned, I realized there was something blocking my throat. A sliver of panic surfaced but quickly died in a mass of blurry sensations and more and more acute pain. Opening my eyes hurt. A sharp, bright light stung. My eyelids were dry, and when I tried to blink, it felt as if I were rubbing my eyeballs with sandpaper. I closed them again.

Megra I stare at my reflection in the mirror, barely recognising the woman staring back. My right eye is swollen shut, a hideous purple-black hue spreading around it. The pain is relentless, throbbing with every heartbeat. I dab makeup over the bruised skin, but the dark discoloration is impossible to fully cover. Each touch is a reminder of Conor's latest outburst—a fresh wave of anger and hatred rising within me.

' or 'How to fight the fatal attraction towards a handsome devil? I did search for 'Ways to make your mate reject you ASAP' a few days back. I opened an incognito window and retyped the thing about bloodshot eyes, and the search results were irrelevant. They told me how to cure pink eye. Obviously, no one would write a post about how to get conjunctivitis to justify wearing sunglasses when there's no sun. Ren knocked on the door and showed up with some coffee and cut fruits. I eyed the grapes and wondered if this was enough to irritate my eye. I grabbed one muscat grape and squeezed the juice into my eye while looking at the mirror.

gulat akong napakurap saka ko siya muling tiningnan. Malamlam ang mga mata nito na nakatitig sa apoy. Tila may kung anong bumabagabag sa isipan niya. Halatang-halata ang labis na lungkot sa mga mata niya pati sa ngiti na meron siya.

After taking few deep puffs of air I slowly, very slowly tried to open my eye lids. But again shut them immediately as lights started sting in my eye badly. My eyes watered immediately as they kept stinging because of light . Again I tried to open them and hope they adjusted quickly this time after blinking my eyes lids for few of the times. The first thing which came in my sight were the cream color collings. Slowly I started feeling pain on my back. I don't even know from how many days I have been lying. I roamed my eyes in the whole room and found a figure sitting in the corner of the room.

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.

She hadn't expected to find herself inadvertently going on dates with Draygonians. "Also they are both incredibly hot…" Charlotte waggled her eyebrows. "They kind of are, aren't they?" Camille blushed, feeling her cheeks tingling with the urge to smile. But that urge was violently stamped out when a sharp pain burst through the back of her right eye. The pain caught her off guard and she helped. Squeezing her eyes shut, Camille whimpered as the pain ripped through her skull. It felt like someone had stabbed her through the inner canthus with an icepick. The intensity made her stomach turn like she was suffering a migraine. It knocked the wind from her and she struggled to breathe.

“Not now, what are you doing?” I hear Eric screaming at someone in the next room before I open my eyes. Slowly opening them, they hurt from crying all night and feel puffy. I run my fingers over my lids, and they feel oversized. “Great! Not only do I have to worry about being beheaded but dying while looking like I am having an allergic reaction.” I murmur under my breath and pray that Eric doesn’t hear me.

My cheeks show redness, my jaw remains tight, and my eyes burn with intensity. I push the door open.