Starry Eyes Jenn Bennett Novels & Stories

"Cry out all of your pain. I will stay here with you." ~ Stargem: Rewrite ~

But the drug was too Much , it was hard to be get her sense right there. Her eyes fell at his ones. Her eyes were watching everything so blur. She couldn't open her eyes cuz the power of the drug was too much. Her head was being heavy. But soon her eyes fall at Jayden's ones. She was trying to adjust with the light. Slowly opening her brown orbs. J.B was overwhelmed at that time. Just like the first time, he saw her. He couldn't stop staring at her eyes, those eyes had something that he just couldn't understand.

Frankly speaking, dull and posey. Aster reached for Care's hand, giving it a light squeeze. Her eyes mirrored troubled emotions. Yesterday, she dreamed of the ruby heirloom owned by Caress Aragon coated in blood while being shined by the blinding spotlight. The vague symbolisms just made sense tonight after she saw her grand entrance earlier. In spite of knowing the strict security measures imposed, she remained anxious. Her visions are quite accurate. "Come straight to the table after, hmm? I feel uneasy tonight." Aster admitted.

Fikayo asked as she turned to the guy who was staring at her earlier. “I think Aaron is into you” Ibk said and Fikayo turned to her sharply. “Guys in glasses irk me” Fikayo said and Blessing pursed her lips. “Awey jare. Sha be doing anyhow” Blessing said before she continued. “You as well will admit that Aaron is one of the hottest guys on our block even with his glasses. Permit me to say he’s even more hotter with his glasses” Blessing added as Ibk raised her hand for a high five and Blessing slapped handshakes with her.

My brows bumped together in a scowl. What the actual heck were my eyes seeing? I scrolled through the pictures on his screen and blew a fuse in my head. The unusual big eyes of his maid stared back at me from Tristan's screen. She had on a devilish grin with a freakishly long tongue curved outside her lips. Both her hands cupped her naked boobs, shielding her nipples with the caption; can't wait till you get home. I slide my thumb to the right and beheld a picture of her huge ass.

10:20 • Today • Twitter for iPhone ☆☆☆ Don't love her for the stars in her eyes But for the scars on her soul For the death behind her smiles For her ability to give shelter to others when the storms howl Don't love her for how gracefully she dances in the rain But for her pearly eyes that hide her broken insides well For how she masters so well in hiding her pain For her willingness to help anyone in need when they call Don't love her for her delicate figure or her luscious lips But for how she stands strong when everything flips Don't love her. Don't love her if you can't continue doing so. Don't give her false hopes, don't ruin her emotions for others.

It was just another notification from the universe reminding me that after seven years, I had been traded in for a twenty-two-year-old yoga instructor named Sunshine. Sunshine... I wanted to set a forest on fire. "Liv, honey, we have the press line in twenty minutes." Gracie Cadwell, my manager, appeared out of the fog machine haze. She was holding a green juice in one hand and my schedule in the other. "Then the wrap party, then the flight to London for the album promo." "No," I said, unzipping the back of the dress myself. The heavy fabric slumped to my hips. Gracie blinked. "No? Olivia, we discussed this. The narrative is 'Stronger Than Ever.' We need you seen, smiling, and wearing the di

You are something new. The small wolf's moon-colored eyes blinked. What am I? Luan touched its tiny head. You are Ember, she said. Because you are the last spark of a fire that has finally stopped burning. Ember wagged its tiny tail. Ember, it said. I like that. The pack gathered around. Holt knelt. Wren shifted. Sparrow smiled. Vera cried. Mira reached out her finger and touched Ember's fur. Welcome to the pack, Mira said.

“I know enough to see through your lies, Bennet. You’ve been conspiring behind my back with Greta, and that’s all I need to know. You won’t walk away from this unscathed.” Scene 3 For the first time, I see Bennet stumble. His trust wavers, only for a fleeting second, but it’s enough. His eyes wander, seeking toward Greta, searching for support. But she doesn’t speak. She stands there, her cold, calculating eyes fixated on me, her lips curled into a little, vicious grin. She’s waiting—waiting for the proper time, waiting for a gap in our defenses.

Her scream echoed through the room, shrill and panicked. "Aaah!" But as soon as she spotted someone behind me, her expression morphed in an instant. Her eyes grew red-rimmed, tears welling up like a tragic heroine. "Emily, I know you despise me, but my child… my child is a life too!" I felt a strong hand seize my wrist, and I turned to find Tristan staring at me, his gaze glacial. "That's enough," he said coldly. "Emily, I asked you to come here for a civil conversation. How could you attack Faye like this?"