Novel & Cerita Starry Eyes Jenn Bennett

Heh, that girl is really adorable. Zachary sighed and leaned his head back against the park bench, making him look straight up at the sky filled with blinking stars. Those stars reminded him of the sparkle in Elena's beautiful green eyes.

“My wife bore six, all healthy. Elara’s built just the same. Strong. Fertile.” The word made her skin crawl—but even that reaction was faint now. Old. Distant. Fertility was not a private thing in her world. It was currency. “She’s got the look,” one of them said. “That softness around the eyes. That quietness. Not the kind you can fake. Girls who really fear stepping out of line? You can tell.” Another man leaned forward, scrutinizing her like a merchant checking for cracks in porcelain. “Does she talk back?”

The Bennets Mrs. Bennett turned slowly. This....this was not what she wanted. Jennifer was fiercely loyal to Monique. And now she was here, standing at the threshold of the master bedroom, looking between Ariana on the bed, Mrs. Bennett near the bags, and the tension that stained every inch of the place Ariana smiled. It wasn’t a kind smile. It was bitter, sarcastic, a silent welcome to the circus. Jennifer’s eyes narrowed. Her gaze moved from Ariana’s wild expression to the half-packed suitcase on the floor, to the mascara smudges down Ariana’s face, and back again.

Fenella’s POV I stepped onto the stage with a pounding heart. My hands trembled as I reached for the microphone hanging on its stand. From the corner of my eye, I could see that Amy looked annoyed. I could also see hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at me under the bright lights. "Hey, everyone. I'm Fenella Baxter," I said nervously. Suddenly, the spotlight moved, this time illuminating Laird. Now I could see him clearly from the stage. His gaze outshone all other gazes, and for me, there was nothing more important than him at that moment.

His eyes. "The nights are beautiful here. And more so when get spend them with someone special," he gave me a once over and smirked wickedly. I blushed. Damn! He knew how to flirt. He turned his gaze ahead on the road and I did the same. "Penny loves stars. She even has one as a pet. Starry-that's what she calls it," I told him. "Starry?" he laughed and I joined. "I am not sure which one of them is that but she says her pet shines the brightest," I added, searching the sky for the brightest star.

Her eyes were staring at my hair. “Just look at her hair! Really, Adrasteia? Trying to be unique by coloring your hair red?” “So maybe she colored so the vampire could see him right away!” He interrupt. I clasped my hand because of what that one said. Bernadette approached me. “You even wear contact lenses to hide your peculiar eyes,” she said, full of hate . My teeth chattered in annoyance at what he said. My whole body seemed to heat up as if it was boiling inside, probably annoyed with this woman.

Bennet motions to the pair of equally gorgeous and equally toned blonde siblings. “What about me, asshat?” A dark-haired girl with a nose ring and tattoos says as she steps toward us. Bennet rolls his eyes, “And this is Harlow; Harlow is a warrior in training and a pain in everyone’s ass.” Her eyes narrow at Bennet and then turn to me, “You look sweet enough; watch this one; if you want help to kick his ass, let me know.” I giggle at the obvious history these two share, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

The rest will be upon the reflection of the said undercover spy. “Hi.” Hestia simply replied as she stared at the eyes of the stranger. ‘Something feels familiar.’ she thought to herself as she stared back at those bright brown eyes. “I must say, this new look of you suits you really well.” the woman commented to Hestia and that is when the familiarisation is completely realised. ‘The eyes of the redhead woman from before.’ Hestia’s eyes went wide and kept her act— or rather, her personality, she acted like those chick lit girls— her mouth making a gasp and her hand covering her mouth after. The bright brown eyed woman widened her smirk and gave Hestia a wink. “Please, just Stella. After all

If our eyes meet, I would die right there. “I just…” I lowered my voice this time, “She’s an artist--a star if you will. Many people just find her that way.” “Really?” Another one-eyebrow-raise from miss Georgia. “You can look at my brown eyes and call it eyes, but you look at Anya Moore’s eyes and you call it crystal.” I remain speechless, but she keeps talking. “An artist or not, when you love someone, your eyes will look at them like they are the brightest star.”

Just as they were about to leave the banquet hall, the final female guest entered with a male companion. In a fleeting glance, Catherine saw that the woman's face was veiled, but she managed to catch a glimpse of her eyes. With just one glance, Catherine recognized her. This woman's eyes were identical to Branden's. Catherine had always thought Branden's eyes were remarkably beautiful, shining like the sparkling stars in the sky. The eyes of this female guest were the same as if they held all the dazzling stars of the galaxy, exuding exceptional charm.