Mha Eyes Novels & Stories

Rowan hale I slowly turned and looked at the man behind me, I froze when I saw his face he looked exactly like....malrik just that he had green eyes, and he looked a little older. His eyes met mine and I looked down immediately, his eyes were cold just like Malriks, his presence enough made the air ticker, he had that dangerous aura that surrounded him. I could feel heat rolling off micah, he was breathing heavily, I slowly looked up at him, and unlike me who was looking away from the man's dangerous eyes, he was looking directly into them.

Mia “Let me get this straight. You’ll give me five thousand dollars to pose for some pictures and all because you like my wavy hair and weird eyes?” Mia asked the two hot guys in front of her. “No,” one of them said. “Not weird eyes. Lovely. I can’t even tell what color they are.” “They’re gray and not that enchanting.” “They’re not just gray,” he countered. “There’s some gold and a few hints of blue.” Oh brother. Where is this going?

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Now if I weren't myself, I would just tap on somebodys shoulder and ask them what was going on but no, Can't trust this mouth around my peers. Since there is absolutely nothing I can do about the current situation of the students of South Philly high, I just sit alone in my corner by the window, which automatically became my spot since nobody else sits there. Plus did I mention that it has a perfect view of Kevin. it also has a great view of the parking lot and the garden if you have great eye sight which obviously I don't. Anyways, I am currently looking at the parking lot just lost in space when I see a motor cycle pass by. It is a black motor cycle, Kind of like the ones they use in the m

"WHOA!'' A collective gasped from the crowd. Heart shaped face. Angled, full black eyebrows and thick, long eyelashes. High, thin and pointed nose. Natural rosy cheeks. Velvety honey skin. And most importantly, her charmer asset, pair of amber eyes. Approximately less than a million of the world population possess such a rare color of eyes. It just happens, Care is one of the blessed few. She possesses a beauty unrivaled, too. How perfect can she be! People pushed and pulled against each other competing to give her their good graces. "Truly, diamond of the first water." Skylar complimented, taking her hand to kiss it. The gentleman is a Rivas, an heir to their mining and construction busines

The three of them, Mia and Ryder and Priya, at a table in a restaurant with good light and better wine. He’d chosen it. She’d looked at it when he showed her and said: your father would have approved. He’d held her gaze for a long moment. Then: yes. He would have. They ate. They talked. They argued about something that didn’t matter and mattered completely because it was theirs. At some point Priya raised her glass. Looked at both of them. “To the wrong pair of eyes,” she said. Mia stared at her. “You knew about that?” she said.

Blood red eyes. A Rogue. Sahari turned into a Rogue.

Mace’s golden eyes shifted to me. I knew what I looked like. I could feel the power radiating off me in waves of heat and frost. My hair was floating slightly, whipped by energy currents only I could feel. And my eyes… I knew they weren’t my own brown eyes anymore. They were glowing with the violet light of a hundred angry dead women. Mace straightened slowly from his crouch. The feral aggression didn't leave him, but it shifted focus. He looked at the pathetic figure of the Alpha on the wall, then back to me, an unspoken question in his gaze.

I’m about to use Emerald’s eyes again when a vision overwhelms me. ** I see Alpha Everly’s eyes glow menacingly. They are now a glowing iridescent white, incredibly spooky. Light swirls around her as she brings vines up from the ground. There are creatures with red eyes surrounding her, pressed to kill. The creatures are pitch black, twisted and evil. While they fear her light, they are charged with one motivation: snuff out the light. She can’t do this alone. She needs help. I see a pair of hazel eyes before me. They close with finality. I see the same vision, but with a pair of bright blue eyes. There is a feeling of sorrow that washes over me.