Sanji Eyebrows นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I completely understood why there weren't many here. "Hey guys," a tall, dark-haired boy towered over us all. He had a soft scar lined across his right cheek and he didn't have a coldness radiating from his skin instead his skin tone was warm and had a honeycomb coating to it. "Hey Santi," Saiora smiled back at Santi. You could tell from a mile away that he liked her. The infatuation was in his eyes, the way he smiled at her. Rachel and Santi shared the same gaze whenever they'd talk to Saiora. "Hi Santi," Rachel's greeting was as cold as her skin. I'm not sure but I don't think she liked him. "Hey," I awkwardly waved at him.

Her hand refused to return the beans, but she lost her appetite because of Jin's joke. "It's better for you Bianca, it will make you fat hahaha!" Bianca wanted to smile but she restrained herself and pretended to be annoyed with Jin. She's so cute with her blushing cheeks. Bianca was very fond of Jin's thick eyebrows that helped frame the man's stern face, the sideburns on his chin that characterized the man, as well as the silly smile that the man often showed, all of which became a perfect measure when associated with Jin. Bianca admires Jin, she really likes the man. There is a part of Jin's nature that makes Bianca really like him. Never before had Bianca met such a pleasant figure as th

Sounds like a cat choking. "Kane, I'm sorry." Kane walked closer to me with his palm reaching out to touch my forehead. Our eyes met and we looked at each other. He looks very different. Slightly thin and both of his eyes have dark circles under his eyes. Does he feel the same as me? I thought he was fine with our fight yesterday, but it looks like he's suffering as much as I am. I really don't like looking at those panda eyes, I just love seeing those sparkling eyes adorned with mischievous gleams. One of my hands then lifted to touch the lines of his sturdy jaw. Feels rough. He did not shave the sideburns that grew to fill his jaw. Hmm, as soon as this matter is over, I'll tell him to shav

Ivy looks up. A man stands next to the bench. Tall at easily six-three, maybe more. Broad shoulders. Dark hair cropped short. He's got the kind of face that looks like Chris Hemsworth and Idris Elba had a kid, then that kid got into a fight and won. Scar through his left eyebrow. Eyes so dark they're almost black. And he's aggressively staring at her. Ivy jumps. "My world! Where did you come from?" He doesn't answer. Just stands there, arms crossed, expression flat.

De Santos noticed and trembled himself at the sight of the extreme rage in Fabian's eyes. De Santos had never seen such rage before. Fabian's eyes were on fire. On the surface, he might have seemed calm—you wouldn't notice his shaking hand because he was trying to control it—but there was no hiding the fiery anger in his eyes. He looked like he was promising hell to those who had messed with him.

My eyebrows rose to see some vacancies in others. My eyes narrowed on him. "Can't it be there?" Irritated I said. I caught the sensual stare of him on me. I saw how he smiled at me. That made me even more irritated. "Its reserved. I checked it before, it's just not here yet." aniya. I stopped arguing, I stared at him once more before nodding. The triangular shape of his face where so intimidating. He was like a model of different countries. All his features were sharp, and proportion. I was left with a gaping lip.

Black hair, charcoal grey eyes, very well built, scars all over his hands and one that traced over his right eye. It looked as though Enzo had been copied and pasted from this man. I gave him a small smile, dipping my head in respect but refusing to stand "Greetings, Don Di Santoro", I said. The man beamed at me brightly, and for a second, I flinched, bewildered. "I did the same thing, don't worry", a woman's voice called. I looked toward it, and on the other side of me, a woman with jet black hair and amber eyes was pulling out a seat. I tilted my head in confusion, wondering what her words meant. She looked back at me as she sat down and pointed to Don Di Santoro, "That guy. I was confused

Unfortunately. “You want to horse ride?” Miya's hair tie just slipped out. In such a close distance, Miya was again presented with a heavenly view. How handsome and gorgeous Damian Sawyer is who Miya often adores in her heart. His eyelashes are quite thick for a man. His eyebrows are neatly lined up with two moles on the top right. His eyes were as black as the night. His bushy hair was slightly curled, and the tip touched his forehead on the left. Not to mention his tall and towering body, his broad shoulders-comfortable for Miya to lean on. And what made Miya unable to blink her eyes for a moment; the lips that had just asked a question that made Miya confused.

"Hehe, just kidding." After embarrassing himself in front of her, he just nodded at her to avoid eye contact with Syanja, he is so shy. Syanja was looking at him and admiring his face, his eyes. He had a scar on his cheek, which attracted Syanja so much. Then Jung-Hoon suddenly glanced up at her, and she immediately gazed down on the table, making him smile a little. "Done." Jung-Hoon smiled. Syanja Looked at him and for a few seconds their eyes met with each other, she again landed her gaze down.

Running his fingers on his hair Sanjiv was talking to someone on call. He was talking about some projects.....must be with his colleague. Balancing the phone between his left shoulder and his ear, Sanji continued his conversation while wearing socks. In the meantime, he spread a few glances at me, and I gave him a warm smile in return. I was waiting for him to cut the call because I need to have a talk with him about re-joining my work.