Sung Jin Woo Eyes Novels & Stories

“I'll rip your tongue out, son of a bitch.” Katie growled, but he only reacted by pressing his body even harder against her, which only fueled her need. Her own body was betraying her. “Who the hell are you?” he growled, his voice piercing her skin, giving her goosebumps. He was so close to her that she stared right into her silvery eyes, which were swirling with power; this wasn't normal, even for werewolves; eyes weren't meant to do that.

Why! Everything went blurry and I just saw Jungkook being pulled by a... A... Beautiful lady.... A very pretty lady that exceed the standard! Dang I lose! I mean compared to that lady who was beautiful, have smooth white pearly skin I'm just a speck of dust! And she have gray eyes! Gray eyes! She turned to me and grinned while pulling Jungkook away from me and hook onto his arm. WAHHHHH!!! Jungkook comeback to me my darling! don't leave me please I can't live without you–

|I have more scars than friends| It had been two days since her meeting with Peter. She liked him. He seemed like a nice guy. They had exchanged numbers and he had also taken the initiative to text her first. Annalise liked this little gesture. Currently, she sat on her bed and was binge-watching some Asian dramas. Annalise loved K-dramas and K-pop music. She was a big fan of Black Pink and Red velvet. Like every other teenager out there, she binged on Doritos, goldfish, and pretzels while watching her favorite dramas. She was watching Park Seo-Joon's What’s wrong with secretary Kim. It was one of her favorite shows and every time she did, she couldn’t help but drool over Seo-Joon.

"You are so beautiful, my dear. Today is a great day and we shall celebrate it for its greatness." He kissed her cheek and gazed openly at his other daughters. They could not contain their excitement. He was elated for them. He looked at her and, in her eyes, he could see her; his mother. Shinja had the loveliest eyes, brown like her grandmother. She had taken a little white streak on the left side of her hair. To be the youngest but the most reliable and mature had not been much of a choice to her. Her sisters were reluctant in taking on tough responsibilities so her empathetic nature made her engage in activities beyond her age. She understood her father's plight and always went out to hel

Both nurses instantly ran out of the room, and the roomba ran right after them! Hayden yawned lazily, then shut his laptop. The moment he stood up, he was met with a pair of pure, beautiful eyes. The owner of those eyes was a beautiful woman. She had a hime haircut and was wearing a pink puffy dress. She looked like a fairy who had mistakenly wandered into the human realm. "You're so cool, Big Brother! Can you get me out of here?" Shea Foster blinked her heartbreaking, wide eyes and said helplessly, "They want to open up my brain… It's going to hurt for sure… I'm so scared…"

It was followed by a grunt and I turned in the direction of the sound, my eyes widening to twice their size as we locked eyes. "No one will hear you," The woman continued, tears spilling from her bloodshot eyes. "No one did. There's no point," Her hoarse voice cracked and all the strength in my bones died. "Who... who are you?" It came out muffled against the gag. "and what are—" "Ah, I see you've met my wife, Julia." Shivers ran down my spine as the room flickered to life with bright lights. My breath hitched as I came face to face with him.

He made it seem like I could easily rip Sylvia into pieces with just my sight. I only realized I had tears streaking down my face when I felt Marcus' hand on my cheek. "Don't cry, honey. I'm sorry. Please listen to me, okay? It's not what you think…" Marcus kept wiping my tears away in a fit of panic, but he could never stem my tears no matter how much he wiped. In the end, he just pulled me into his arms and began comforting me in soft tones. At the same time, he prevented me from looking at Sylvia.

Selene was still staring at the knife, and I just put down the spoon in my hand completely. I called her name. No response. “Selene?” I said again, and this time, she looked up, but it was almost like the word had to travel far before she could interpret it. And that was when I saw her eyes… There was barely any atom of blue in them again. Just black. I stood up in alarm and put away the food I had placed between us. She still didn’t let go of the knife. And this time around, she’s staring at it with a very rare smile on her face.

] He sent a photo of the ripped-up divorce agreement. And then another photo arrived. This time, it was of our wedding rings. Tristan: [You haven't thrown these out. You still love me, don't you?] Tristan: [Come back to me. You're still my wife.] A hard-to-describe bitterness churned within me, as if it were tearing at my throat. I froze. An unbidden tear slipped down my cheek, blurring the image for a moment. When I focused again, something caught my eye—a small, barely visible object lying at the edge of the photo, almost hidden by the rings. I zoomed in, shaky fingers hovering over the screen.