Say Anything In Your Eyes Novels & Stories

Sometimes when I look at you, and you're looking back at me, I can see something. This teeny-tiny hint of something more, something you're feeling but can't say. When our eyes meet, it's like we're instantly connected. And I know no one catches it but me and you, but I like it that way. It's like our own little secret... a place we go to when everything around us is crazy and we just need some semblance or normal. God, your eyes are gorgeous. There are times when I want nothing more than to look you in the eyes, because it's when we're looking at each other in silence that we end up saying most.

Kiara spoke in a high tone; her eyes sparkles as she stares directly at Elaine. --- Tanya and Athy started eating peacefully and talking cheerfully, talking about their high school experience. Tanya talks to Athy about her getting embarrassed in front of freshmen students. Tanya started laughing quietly to not cause trouble, the corner of her eyes started tearing up from all of the laughings and the eyeliner on her eyes started to get smudge. “Okay, okay, stop laughing, you’re going to ruin your eyeliner” Athy rolled her eyes and spoke, chuckling and pointing her finger at Tanya’s eyes.

“How I could look into your eyes and never get tired of their beauty.” “How the sound of your voice gives me tingles. The way you make me feel, the way I react to your body. How the thought of seeing you with any other man makes me possessive.” I blinked my eyes when I felt tears accumulating in the corner of my eyes. My heart beat accelerating with every word leaving his mouth. His eyes held mine in a captivating gaze. My body throbbed as I remember imagining my mate saying all these things to me.

I mumble bitterly Picturing my rejected mate loving anything connected to me. “What-“ Blue eyes when we disrupted by the sound of shouts and loud growls and what sounded like Bombs going off. “what is that?” I ask confused “Showtime…” Blue eyes chuckles “we getting out of here!”.

The look in the eyes already told me that Dice had not been joking about breaking my pussy. SOS.

"They see perfectly well." He turns to me, his gaze intense, piercing. "They don't see that you have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. A silvery gray, like a winter sky. They're full of things, you know. Sadness, yes, but also strength. A strength just waiting to blossom."

I sadly add. "I sorta can," Nate shocks me by saying. I look at him with large eyes until he elaborates. I was pleased to see he face was clear tonight, no glasses of any kind guarding his eyes, which he blushed madly about when it was the first thing I said to him when he got into my car. "I can see better in the dark. Bright lights are what irritate my eyes. But when it's dark, I can see outlines of things. Like if you put up your fingers," he reaches down and grabs my hand in his and my breathing instantly hitches in my chest, "I can tell you're holding up three of them."

Marcus stared at me immediately. There were flashes of shock, fear, and uneasiness in his eyes. I forced out a smile. "You know what I'm like. I've never lied to you. Besides, I don't know how to act. After all, you of all people know how tiring it is to put up an act, right?" Marcus didn't doubt me at all. He believed every word I said, just like how I once believed he'd remain loyal to me forever.

After my eyes were plucked out, I lay on the operating table with two empty sockets on my face, resembling that of a broken doll. Samuel Sterling felt no guilt. He picked up my eyes to examine them and praised them, saying, "Daeleen was right. These really are a beautiful pair of eyes! I promised you, Daeleen. I will make all your wishes come true." As the anesthesia's effect slowly wore off, I could not help but cry out in pain. Samuel finally turned his attention to me as if blaming me for interrupting his memories of Daeleen.

“Close your eyes.” “What?”