Say Anything In Your Eyes Novelas e Histórias

The eye was still looking at me. It...it speaks! It doesn't have a mouth but it speaks. "!!!!" I paled. So the eye was a ghost too... Scary...

I rambled . "No no hey look at me . I mean what I said . I f*cking mean everything I said " he said looking into my eyes . His amber eyes were like piercing into my orbs . I couldn't think of anything now . My mind and body just froze . Not even a single word came out of my mouth . "You don't have to say anything ," he said , still fixing his gaze on mine . A slight blush with a timid smile covered my face . He saw my reaction to his words .

"Sir Mark, since you are so good to me, I would like to tell you her secret. If one day you will finally meet Calla, and you see that she's not your type, do not look directly at her eyes." "Her eyes?" I repeated, wondering what sense there was in avoiding her eyes. "Yes," Cynthia looked straight at me, collecting my full attention. "She can win any man she fantasizes through her eyes." "What do you mean?" I asked, not realizing both my hands were gripping the edge of the table as I glued my eyes on her. To my frustration, she smiled and shook her head. "I'm sorry, sir. This is not the right time to tell you about it."

Both were shocked with this incident, Anya looks up and collides with his blue-green eyes. Anya raise her finger and traces on Sebastian's eyes making him shiver with her touch "Your eyes are so beautiful, so pure without any malice." Anya stares into his eyes with admiration and fascination then says "Why you always filled them with negative emotions? Or else they are the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen in my life." Hearing her words Sebastian holds her waist and pulls her closer to him then he touches his forehead with her and mumbles "Stop me before I lose control."

she said to me, her hand still holding up the soap for me to see. I held her hand with the soap and I said to her. "I have never told any of them that their eyes are the most beautiful I have ever seen, but I have surely told them that they have beautiful eyes. You are the only person whose eyes mesmerize me to say such words. Even now that I am looking at it, your doubts are plainly written on it, they are still the most beautiful eyes ever. It goes beyond color and eye shape, Tania. It goes beyond how long your eyelashes are. Your eyes are magnificent."

I lifted my head to look at him and my eyes widened when it landed on his face. His eyes... His green eyes... green like an emerald. I gasped when realization dawned upon me. "Finally, I was able to connect with you." He said while looking straight at me, his voice was echoing in this dark void. My lips parted with shock. My mind can’t seem to process what the heck is going on. I can’t move any part of my body. I feel like I’m frozen like a statue, even my eyes were locked on his. What am I exactly seeing right now?

I faintly remember one of my married friends back in my kingdom saying something about looking in the eyes during lovemaking sessions. "Love comes in through the eyes," Mary Smithe had said to me. "So you must search them until you find them." His fingers pump faster and faster, an erotic squelching sound echoing in the cave. "Oh God," I moan loudly, trying to keep my eyes on his the whole time. He gives a grin, his eyes blackening with lust.

"I have no excuse, no valid reason to say. I really am an asshole, and I'm honestly regretting it. Everything that made you feel that way." My mouth opened, but no words came out. I can't even think of the right words to say. I don't even know if I should say something either. What should I do? I look at him instead, and I saw that his eyes were looking at me. He catches my gaze with his and I fully understand why I'm so caught up when it comes to his sea green eyes. It's his greatest defense. His greatest weapon. For his eyes are something that not everyone had probably seen before. Something that has the ability to communicate with you even with only one glance.

“Sí tu puedes (Yes you can)” The fullness inside me pushed up, needing, wanting, demanding, that I gave in to it. “Natán,” I whispered. “Los ojos en mí (Eyes on me)” he snapped. I jerked my gaze up to his, and the force of those brown eyes pinned me in place. My chest hurt and a pressure built up at the backs of my eyes. His lips kicked up, a fierce smile lighting up his face. “God, you're so beautiful,” the words spilled out of me.

“There is one thing I do want to say to you right now.” My eyes go wide with fear because… Oh my god, am I in trouble?