Novel & Cerita Ocean Eyes Meaning

But the image didn’t last long enough for me to remember anything but deep, warm, brown eyes. I shook my head trying to clear my vision and thoughts, and felt a pang of sadness. This empty, dark feeling. Like grief. I looked out to the ocean and blinked away these tears that started to build up behind my eyes. I found my gaze drifting to the mountains surrounding the coast, and wondered what was up there.

“How is this possible Lia? he is not supposed to remember.” She shouts as she struggles to break free from Dean’s arm, “is it because he is some royal highness?” “This quite a brutal scene you have created little siren.” “Do not call me that you bloodsucker let me go.” She glares at him with her deep blue eyes, he had never submerged under the ocean but somehow, he felt like her eyes symbolized the beauty of that is under the sea.

The mother said. “At least one half of the remaining lines made sense now. I was meant to find the one with the broken eyes with rivers of gold. Broken eyes must stand for her blindness. Do any of you know what the rivers of gold might mean?” She asked the girl’s parents and they exchanged a look. “Theia, open your eyes.” The mother said after a few seconds of contemplation and we turned to look at the girl As she opened her eyes, Adaira gasped. Her eyes were pure gold, no other colour. There was no separation between the whites of her eyes and her pupils, everything was golden.

I screamed at the top of my lungs. I felt like hitting my fists on the wall or the tiled floor. But, that doesn't make sense. I shouldn't hurt myself because of an asshole who doesn't give a fûck about me. The door creaked open, jerking me out of my thoughts. My eyes met with ocean -like eyes. I couldn't tell if his eyes were coloured "blue" or "green". It was between the two colors. How could someone's eyes be so beautiful? I couldn't stop myself from staring into the beautiful eyes. I didn't mind if tears were still dripping from my eyes.

different. When they got to the restaurant, Amelia quietly excused herself to use the restroom. She splashed cold water on her face and stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her long, wavy hair fell loosely around her shoulders, and her pale skin seemed even paler under the harsh lights. But no amount of light could hide the exhaustion etched into her features. Five years of marriage had left Irina radiant and full of life. For Amelia, it had done the opposite. "Just a little longer," she told herself. Soon, she'd be free.

A gentle voice called out, and I peeled my eyes open. In front of me was a waterfall of blonde hair, and ocean blue eyes that made you want to look the other way. It was the kind of eyes that held so many secrets, the world-weary secrets… the kind that made you feel naked by just staring into them. The kind that made you feel like you were nothing but a grain of sand on the beach. The eyes of a bloody snake! “I guess it's done. We can sign the contract.” I responded, taking the soft hand in mine and squeezing it.

Trying to close her eyes which as much force as she could, willing herself not to open her eyes no matter what. "Open" it was as if his voice was like a sirens call for the sailor to come closer, her eyes open on their own accord, her green eyes meet his stormy ocean eyes. The one that resembled the ocean, as the waves crashed against each other during the storm, rain falling and mixing with the sea. His eyes move towards the small figure clutched in her arms. She felt like her heartbeats had stilled for a moment. His gaze burning as he looked back at her, with anger and sadness mixed in them.

Amelia strode towards her and went on her knees. "Mother..." she cried incapable and powerless. Within a second both the mother and daughter hugged each other like this was their safe place. "At least say something, mother.." cried the daughter while the mother gave a little whimper as if saying something. "Can't you talk?" she broke the hug and asked her crying mother. In return, the poor mother just shook her head. Amelia held her mother's hand as tears fell off her blue eyes, the eyes represented the ocean. The ocean is so deep and full of emotions.

We need a family member to come collect them. Tristan listened, incredulous. "Are you people still not done with this act?" Callum glanced over with a sneer. "First, the police station; now, the forensic center. Selene's got quite the network." The staff member on the other end went quiet for a few seconds, their tone cooling. "If it's inconvenient for you to come in, you can start by looking at the photographs." Three photos arrived moments later. The first showed a white gown, bloated and warped from the seawater. The hem was stained with dark traces of blood, and the lace had rotted beyond recognition.

it was a blueprint I had studied since I was twenty. “Belief is for people who can afford to be wrong, Sebastian, and you’ve been wrong about almost everything since you took my seat,” the man replied, his voice like dry gravel being crushed. He didn't look at me. He looked at Ocean. His eyes were wide, wet with a complex agony that made my trigger finger itch. “You have her eyes. Alejandro’s stubborn chin, but the eyes... they’re exactly like your mother’s.” Ocean stepped forward, her hand still hovering over the weapon in her waistband. I felt the surge of her adrenaline, a hot, electric current that usually signaled she was about to do something brilliant or incredibly dangerous. She didn