Naruto Take Sasuke Eyes Novels & Stories

She took a massive, panicked gulp. He seemed to be peering straight into her soul. His intense gaze pierced through her body like a drill, making her violently tremble. "I'm sorry, Master. I didn't see you," she hurriedly apologized, desperate to get out of there. He didn't respond. He simply stood blocking her path, never taking his piercing eyes off her. She nervously cleared her throat to get his attention, but it didn't work. After a few agonizing seconds of standing there in heavy silence, he finally decided to speak.

"What are you talking about?" His dark eyes bore into my soul, as if digging inside me for answers. I never noticed how dark they were. Sei and Silas had red and grey eyes. Alpha Nazari only had black eyes. Not a lux of light in them. Not a lux of light around his whole face. "I never told you about him." I said when I recieved no response. I watched as his eyes suddenly started lighting up, glowing from whatever magic he was doing. They turned into a light blue, almost like ice and I knew someone with such eyes.

he has always known her to be quite hot but what is she doing with her biological son? Tsunade whipped Kazuma hard a few times before taking off his shorts and sucking on him. This view became so disturbing to Sasuke so he walked off and left…..

"Hey…" I heard his soothing voice as he gently took my hands, which were still covering my tear-streaked face. I remained hunched over, tears flowing silently. I waited for him to speak, my breath hitching with anticipation, as he continued to hold my hands. Slowly, I allowed myself to look at him through my blurry vision. His eyes, up close, held a tenderness that contrasted sharply with the turmoil in my heart. His eyes were unique, bearing no resemblance to Ares. They were deep and soulful, framed by thick eyebrows and long eyelashes that matched the intensity of his gaze.

His voice was crystal clear, like ice slicing through skin, carrying an authority that brooked no argument. Vardan let out a low growl, a sound vibrating from the gut of a predator. His neck muscles bulged with the strain of holding back a pure, explosive strike at the intruder. Sora leapt between them, arms outstretched to block the two monsters in this cramped space reeking of death. As their eyes locked, Sora felt a violent jolt that paralyzed his heart. Aidan’s eyes were no longer brown like his own. They glowed with a blinding silver—the exact same shade as Vardan’s eyes when the Beastman side took control the night before.

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

“But not here.” Nelsy raised a brow. “Sure, but let me finish helping that customer first.” She pointed right at Nara, who had his back turned to them. “Then I’ll listen to whatever you wanna say.” “No. We need to talk now.” “Alright then, what is it?” Nelsy stared straight at him. From the corner of his eye, Nara saw Gaara remove his glasses and lower his head. His face shifted into something heavy, like he was thinking about a life or death situation.

Then after a long time and for the second time in my life I got to see those eyes. The Sharingan eyes! "Now let us battle," Sangeeta said and smiled. Everyone ketp quiet the atmosphere had changed.

At the jaw and the dark eyes and the specific, complete attention of someone who had been paying attention since the second library session and had never once stopped. “Yes?” he said. “Yes,” she said. He held her gaze. Something moved across his face. She didn’t have a word for it. She’d never seen it before. Something entirely new. Something that was all the other expressions simultaneously — the real smile, the open version, the patient certain look, the grief-and-gratitude look, all of them at once — and then something beyond all of them. Something that was only this. Only now. “Whatever comes after,” he said softly.

You know when your mind sees something that is so utterly beautiful, so unworldly that it distinctively focuses on the pinnacle of its interest, zeroing in on that magnificent sight, having everything else blur in the background? That's what Nate's eyes did to me. The golden, caramel orbs locked on mine and it was all I could see. His eyes are red rimmed as if the surgery was still taken its toll but his face is bare and so responsive. The butterflies, the ones that have become paralyzed a few weeks back, twitch and flutter when Nate's pupils dilate and his clear, breathtaking eyes roam around my face before dropping down my body.