Novel & Cerita My Chemical Romance The Light Behind Your Eyes

Her eyelids were in slits and what he could see of her iris were dark and dreamy. A feeling of possessiveness surged out of his heart. He was proud and happy that he was the one who put her in this state. Ralph howled his approval of their mate as Ryan recovered her lips while making a promise to himself that she would only belong to him in this life. As he drew blood from her lips, Ryan increased the speed of his thrust, sending both of them to the edge. Just as she started spasming, Ryan's eyes turned yellow, his wolf teeth surged out. He sank them into the depth of her neck, injecting her with his essence.

It was all too much, the heat, the tension, everything. AIDEN’S POV: I settled on a midnight silky night set. I should at least look presentable for my mate. Mate. The words came to my mind as a reminder of who she is and who she was to me. My Luna. The bathroom door opened, and a for a moment, my brain stopped processing.

frowning, smirking or even smiling at her words. "He said he likes my eyes and wouldn't admire any other eye color like he does mine... isn't that so romantic?" She said looking me directly in the eye through the mirror as if wanting to see my reaction. I tried to hide how mad I was. "I guess..." I trailed off in response. Her eyes were brown and mine were a bright shade of amber. Two different colours that can be told apart and noticable. We were so close that night. He was literally on top of me yet he couldn't tell us apart just by our eyes. I would never forget his grey eyes and how they made my stomach turn. That image of him is forever etched in my memory yet it took a stupid sash and

He requested, and at that moment, unable to see him upset, I just kissed him. Our kiss began gently, filled with love, but soon it intensified, becoming wild and passionate, as always. I straddled him, sitting on his lap, while he bit my lips and drank my blood, his eyes glowing. I adored the golden hue of his eyes. His hands explored beneath my dress, causing me to moan as he squeezed my bare buttocks. As he nibbled on the sweetest spot on my neck, my core throbbed, and my entire body burned with profound desires.

Alas, no matter how gently I tried, the doll was beyond repair. It was not until the next day, when Rebecca walked by my room, that I started to snap out of it. I picked myself up off the floor. I had someone clear out the room. Silently, I moved to the desk, my eyes landing on the dusty family portrait. There they were, Rebecca and Nash. Her smile was so bright that it hurt to look at. Outside, the sky was a menacing shade of gray. I set the photo on fire with a lighter, and I watched in silence as it turned to ash.

Luna was ready to begin the treacherous dance that would decide the fate of everything. But while she was moving, she noticed a faint rustle of activity behind her and paused. Roman was never far away, never far away, never unconscious. And in that moment, the knowledge that he had returned behind her in silence, his amber eyes gleaming in the torchlight, his presence closer than ever, was far more significant than the chill of the stone corridors.

Lux was shocked, “Ugh!” She realized that she had bumped into a man with jet black hair. Lux immediately apologized to the man. Then, she immediately stepped back and walked away from the man. Lux muttered something while heading to Rosa's place, “You dummy, Lux! Why are you so careless!” On the other hand, the man with jet black hair with violet eyes that Lux Charlisa had just bumped into. He looked at the girl from a distance while putting his hands in his black trousers. The man was wearing all black and the aura on the man felt so mysterious.

Rachel's POV Damon's hand found the small of my back, guiding me toward our chamber, his electric touch igniting sparks along my skin that made my breath catch. The door closed behind us with a solid thud, sealing us in the intimate glow of the room's light. And in that enclosed space, the air grew thick with the scent of our arousal, a heady mix of sweat and desire that pulled us together. Damon's eyes locked onto mine, the golden flecks gleaming with an intensity that stripped away the barriers he had once erected a long time ago. And I saw in them not just the alpha I had now come to deeply care for, but the man who had finally laid bare his soul.

The light coincidentally illuminated the love bite on his neck, making it appear glaringly obvious. I hurriedly turned my face away to avoid his approaching lips. Bile rose in my throat at the sight, and I felt like vomiting. Noting my discomfort, George quickly asked, "Mary, what's wrong?" I pointed at the door. "Get out. I just want to sleep by myself." In the hazy darkness of the room, I vaguely saw a surprised expression on George's face, although I didn't know if I had imagined it. After what happened, I lost all semblance of drowsiness.

She closed her eyes and let the music lead. And just like that, the walls she had so carefully built began to shift. Visions flared. A house with blue curtains. Hands clapping after a recital. Then flames. Walls melting. Screams muffled behind closed doors. A child’s voice crying for help. She missed a note. Another. Then stopped altogether. Tears welled. Hot, unforgiving. She pressed her palms to her eyes. It hurts God, it hurts. The remembering. --- Outside the glass room, Adrien waited.