Taehyung Eyes Novels & Stories

shut up(rolling eyes emoji) I grabbed my towel from where it hung and easily got out of the baggy clothes I had been wearing, I wrap the towel around my body and enter into my bathroom, a warm bath later, I was sitting in front of my mirror trying to tame my hair when my phone rings I grab it and it's an unknown number. As expected. I didn't usually get calls; I just had four phone numbers on my phone; Mom, TB, Beck, and the front desk at the Public library in Hamilton. Nonetheless, I pick up the phone and the caller didn't speak for about ten minutes then the call ended. I looked out of all my windows to make sure I wasn't being watched when the same number started calling again. this time

"Open your eyes, I want to see in those deep dreamy eyes, my beautiful." Slowly she opened her eyes , they were full of love and want. A soft chuckle left his throat, seeing his shy girl turning into a tigress . Then once again he commanded her to touch herself. She never wanted to leave her grip over her friend yet she tried touching herself rolling on the bed. Seeing her like this he was getting harder, not able to stay apart he quickly grasped her hands and then entered into her slowly and slowly coaxing her. The doors were opened yet too small for a huge entry, beads of sweat were forming on the forehead. He said, " want me to come in", she nodded , he said, " it's going to hurt a bit bu

Yuna remarked with an airy wave of her hand. Emmeline's gaze snapped back to Zavian, silently pleading for his intervention. He met her eyes steadily, clearly seeing the blame and desperation in her expression. Then his eyes flickered to Taehyung's smug features. "There’s no need to turn her momentary distraction into some kind of psychiatric case, is there Mr. Kim?" His voice was clear and unwavering in the face of Taehyung's taunts. Taehyung managed a tight smile through gritted teeth. "Naturally not," he bit out, though his eyes still glittered with menace.

Nora remembered Alexander was always captivated by her legs As she slipped into the dress, she loved how it highlighted her figure, enhancing her confidence. The way it hugged her curves made her feel powerful, and ready to face any situation. The dark hue brought out her eyes and complemented her skin tone perfectly. For her makeup, she decided on a bold yet classic look. She began with a flawless base, carefully blending her foundation to achieve a natural glow. Her eyes received attention next, and she opted for a smoky eye with a touch of shimmer, making her brown eyes pop. She lined her eyes delicately with black eyeliner, enhancing their shape.

"Her eyes did a thing." "Her eyes did the crying thing," he replies. "Without the crying. Which is more controlled and therefore more Margaret and still counts." I look out the window. "What if they think it is too soon?" "Then they think it is too soon," he says. "It changes nothing." "Rhys..."

I’ll wait. She stared at the message for a long time. Then she turned her phone off and tried to sleep. Sleep didn’t come easy. When it did, she dreamed of eyes, Ethan’s warm brown ones smiling at her across an airport terminal, and another pair, darker, watching from the shadows. In the dream she walked toward Ethan but kept glancing back, pulled by something she couldn’t name.

“Make sure Wesley and Nina are well ‘taken care of.’ Also, keep the media’s focus on Nina. Dig up all her past scandals and keep the heat on her.” Meanwhile, Tara was still on her flight. She loved sleeping on long trips, whether by car or plane. After admiring the sea of clouds outside the window, she dozed off. A soft yawn escaped her lips as she slowly opened her eyes, still groggy. Something dangled in front of her face, gently swaying. Blinking a few times, her vision focused on the object: her watch. Startled, she snapped to full alertness. Following the hand holding the watch, she locked eyes with a pair of deep, sapphire-blue irises.

For a moment, he sighed and then raised the frames of his drooping glasses to the bridge of his droopy nose. “Please come in, Madam. See! It's a miracle. Your husband is awake and able to speak normally." The doctor stepped out after tapping my shoulder a few times. We look. The doctor's height made me have to look up a little to freely see his face. The wind whistled in my ear. I flinched and turned my gaze to the corner of the room. "Jack!" I cried to myself when I found a man with bare chest and piercing eyes standing like a silhouette in the corner of Kevin's treatment room.

Jung-Hoon smirked, leaned close to her ear, and backed away while whispering something. "Are You Shy My Baby?" Leaving her eyes widened, heart-pounding across her chest, her cheeks heated up. A pink tint showed on her cheeks. Gazing at them sadly Hyun-Tae fist his hand and glances at his brother who was staring at him concernedly. A soft hurtful smile plastered at his lips as he took a glance at his friend who was happy with his love. Hyun-Tae knows that Jung-Hoon loves her more than anything. He saw how hard he tried to find her. His eyes landed on Syanja, she was staring at Jung-Hoon eyes lovingly which she never stared at him.

Barely escaping his hot lips and catching her ragged breath, Gyeong-shin asked carefully. “I think I know.” “Then guess.” Tae-ha slightly pulled Gyeong-shin’s body—which he had been holding tightly in his arms—away and looked straight into her clear irises. Then, he whispered in a low voice. “So you won't regret.” In an instant, Gyeong-shin felt as if her breath was gasped in and stopped right there. How on earth could this man see right through my inside so perfectly? Tae-ha’s gaze observing Gyeong-shin was completely different from usual. Terrifyingly rational, yet at the same time, an emotional heat was swirling to the point of making her heart ache.