Novel & Cerita Secrets In Your Eyes

The others are not. If you are pursuing on finding out what became of her well this is the clue. In Milan, where flowers bloom beside a cup, There’s a little café where coffee wakes you up. Its name sounds floral, its tables smell sweet, But one painted bouquet there refuses to be beat. The flowers look furious, their petals full of rage, As if they’re glaring angrily right off the page. They won’t say a word, yet somehow you know They’re the angriest blossoms you’ll ever see grow. What café am I, and what painting am I looking for? Good luck lil sis. Love always and forever Stormie Mae

Angela thought. "I have a secret to tell you." Leonardo stated. His hand was on his lap. "A secret? What kind of secret? " Angela focused her attention on Leonardo, who was wearing dark glasses. "It’s a secret about my last painting, "The Crying Lady." Leonardo stated mournfully.

Her green eyes were indeed a window to her soul which is why she came hiding them with shades. She is no longer Elsa. The showstopper of Soniya’s fashion show. Her brown contact lenses were out revealing her natural emerald eyes. “Do you think it’s that easy to fool the great Adam William. I had to be extra careful. And not attending your calls is a part of it.” “Is everything okay?” Sean narrows his eyes suspiciously. She nodded her head and pulled out a pen drive. “Everything is in this pen drive.” Sean peered at her in disbelief before a smirk lilts his lips. “You did it.” Saying he took the pen drive , inspecting it for a second he inserted it in his pocket.

CALI'S POV I ran and I did not stop till I got home. Immediately I got home, I went straight to my room after locking my door and making sure no one was following me. I pulled off my clothes and took an immediate shower. As the warm water ran down my face to my body, I relaxed but I kept seeing a pair of familiar gold eyes. Ares. My mate. I knew he was right because I felt exactly what my mum said I would feel. Fire. My body was on fire around him. I turned off the shower but I still couldn't get his scent off me.

" You know it's hard for me to stay away. " " Well it's hard for me to stay close.. now what do you want " " I have a few.. secrets that I wouldn't mind sharing to the public about you but.. I'm sure you wouldn't like it. " " Fuck you and your secrets. You don't have a thing on me. " He chuckled. " Oh, no no no my friend that is where you are wrong... Even though you have eyes everywhere, I have eyes that can watch the eyes you have. "

I watched as a huge smile crept on her face as she pulled her fingers into her full plum lips masked with heavy layers of dark red lipstick as she suckled on it. But the part that scared me the most were her eyes. Thick and long heavy lashes to accompany that blood red in her irises. It scared me... No it terrified me! I kept on speaking quietly to my self that this was just a bad dream and I'm going to wake up perfectly fine the next morning.... But then her eyes fluttered open, staring directly into my soul with a mischievous gleam that spoke hidden secrets of an eternity of destruction. Then she uttered those words. Simple words in the English dictionary that held a lot of meaning. And in

I’m shaking, my breath coming in short, panicked gasp, but I don't look away. I meet his eyes. They’re dark, like a storm at night, devoid of any guilt or hesitation. He’s looking at me with a terrifying kind of clarity, like he can see every secret I’ve ever kept, every lonely night I’ve spent wondering if there was more to life than the life I chose.

“You’ve kept secrets from me too.” His eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint in them. “What are you talking about?”

I yell to his face as I fight to pull my hand off his grip. “ Scarlet, that’s enough! Enough of your silent treatment you have to speak to me and now!” he snarled irritably at me, as he stares intently at me. For the first time, he maintained eye contact with me and I noticed his eyes doesn’t look the same, it looks like he is also going through a lot. He looks lost. He look like he has some dark secrets that he is hiding from everyone. In those seconds that I met eyes directly with him, I saw pains.. I saw secrets that he is trying to suppress..

He definitely wasn't taking no for an answer even if it was a mute one as he immediately forced my head up, as I looked up at him, I couldn't help but be focused on his eyes, which were darting back and fourth, shining in the room light. His eyes were mesmerizing, they were deep and catastrophic, a vivid baby blue as a great body of water that softly melted into a milky green. This close, I could see the flecks of silver in his eyes. But there was something else in them, something glistening. Glistening like an old copper penny being examined in the warmth next to powerful flames that were licking the safety glass door of an old fireplace. They held secrets, the same way a pot holds layers o