Miss Green Eyes Mga Nobela at Kwento

But the woman who stepped into my living room was slight. She had Maeve’s delicate bone structure and hair the color of midnight streaked with silver. But it was her eyes that stopped the air in my lungs. They were the lethal grey of a winter Atlantic, eyes that had spent thirty years reading rooms, dissecting weaknesses, and navigating the kind of power that didn't need to raise its voice to be heard.

‘What’s up with its eyes? ‘Rivers is a blind cat, pretty much like me when I am without my glasses’, I said and regretted immediately. ‘Oh, sorry?’, Beck’s smooth baritone voice said and I laughed. He whimpered when Rivers sniffed his injury. ‘Shit, sorry’, I said and he nodded. ‘Why were they chasing after you?’, I asked. ‘Why don’t you just look and find out?’ ‘I try not to pry’, I replied. ‘I missed a shot that’s it’, he said standing to his feet and moving to the window with Rivers in his hands.

I missed home—and I already missed Mira. But the second I pushed the door open, ready for something familiar, I stopped cold. Loree was on her knees at my doorstep. Messy. Crying. "What are you doing here?" I froze. The rush of coming home died fast, replaced by something heavy in my chest. She looked up. The light in her eyes was gone—just red veins and tears. "I'm back. I've got nothing left. You're all I have now. I know I messed up. I left you for someone who never deserved it. I really know I was wrong, Rowan. Please... give me another chance. Can you forgive me?"

Her eyes reddened as she looked at me pitifully, making herself appear innocent. "Dante, Ember's ring broke. Will she be angry with me?" she cried. Dante immediately pulled her into his arms protectively, glancing at me with exasperation. "Emby, why were you so reckless? She already said she'd give it back to you. Why did you have to grab for it? "Look, you made yourself fall too. Get up quickly." He reached out to help me. I pretended to casually steady myself against the table as I stood up, keeping my head down to hide my disappointed expression. I didn't accept his outstretched arm, which meant that in my heart, I had completely given up on him.

the lady replied smoothly. From the corner of her eye, Emma saw Mrs. King smiling warmly at Martha, while Mr. King remained entirely focused on his phone. Deeply relieved that the master of the house wasn't paying attention to her yet, Emma took the opportunity to assess the lady's appearance. The woman was stunning. She appeared to be in her late forties, yet the flawless smoothness of her complexion and the sheer elegance of her luxury clothing gave her the appearance of being effortlessly, timelessly beautiful. Her eyes were honey-coated—easily the most stunning hazel eyes Emma had ever seen.

"Oh Freak!" I held onto my chest as I turned to the person who spoke. His hair is messy, he is holding a laptop and he's still wearing a pajamas, he’s also wearing glasses that make him look even more handsome and i also notice his beautiful Tan body Color, the color of his skin suits his sterling gray eyes. "You scared the shit out of me!" I said and rolled my eyes to him, as if we're really close. He chuckled and walked towards me, he leaned his face close to mine, but this time I didn’t close my eyes. I might be embarrassed again!

And the fact that maybe I’d already fallen for someone who wasn’t standing in front of me. ____ Alexander’s Point of View She looked beautiful. Too beautiful. Sitting across from me under the soft lights of the rooftop restaurant, Missy looked like something I had no right touching. Her black dress clung to her like it was designed just for her. Her lips glossy, her lashes long. She looked like a walking dream. But I couldn't stop staring at her eyes. And the truth they held. She didn’t want to be here. Not really. Her eyes flicked to her phone every few minutes.

“You can do it.” “No one must see my eyes,” She whispered, her voice thick with fear even more than the agony. I immediately understood. Her eyes usually ignited with a purple glow, and some people, especially Mr. Grim Reaper was looking for the one with the purple eyes. I pulled her close, using my body as a shield.

River's POV (6) The next thing I knew, my back was against the wall; I tried desperately to slow down my breathing. I know I must sound like the engine of a locomotive train. He put his right hand above me on the wall and leaned into me so closely I could smell his aftershave. I’m not some silly schoolgirl, but honestly, I couldn't stand to look him in the eye, so I brought my eyes lower. I heard him chuckle slightly. “Could the wonder girl Miss Grey possibly be? shy.”

I forgot. Miss, whoever she is, looked at me shockingly but there's a hint of familiarity and sadness in her eyes. As I stared at her, I realized she really looked so weird and no offense, ugly. There's a huge birthmark that covered her left forehead, down to her eye and her ear. There's also a huge mole on the lower right side of her mouth. To top everything off, she has a lot of pimples, acne scars and blackheads. This girl needs help.