The Eyes Of The World: Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

I took it and stood there as I wanted for him to do whatever he was planning to do next. ‘‘Open it, the back,’’ he reminded me as I apologized and flipped the back page to see what he had written. ‘‘Your eyes are the deepest shade of the richest earth, and they speak of how I belong. Your eyes shine bright with the love that is within, love those spreads throughout the black expanse of the amazing universe and lights it up in the long run. Your eyes speak love and innocence.’’ I gasped as I finished reading the last sentence and covered my mouth with my hands.

Her soft and pink lips trembled as tears leaked out of her closed eyes. Her eyelashes were long and made her green eyes look breathtakingly beautiful. Now that her eyes were snapped closed, Andreas had the urge to see them again. Those were definitely the most gorgeous green color he had ever seen. It was weird, how he felt something for this little sacrificial lamb of his. She was just a child and yet she was evoking foreign emotions in him. He had never felt this way, before. As soon as he realized what he was here for, he gritted his teeth and pushed his gun against her set skin, brushing it and almost breaking it. He was quick to snap out of his thoughts.

Alexander still has so much to learn. When the new sequel is officially ready, I will add a new Author's Note (as Chapter 55) right here in this book so you guys will be the first to know it is out! Thank you so much for your incredible patience and for loving Lustful Eyes. Stay tuned!

Chapter 117: Between Extremes No one spoke for several seconds after Everlyn said it.The room remained frozen between two worlds.Behind them was Liora’s carefully designed structure glass walls, organized teams, systems waiting to be activated.In front of them were the screens, full of fractured streets and burning anger.Two futures and Both flawed,Both dangerous.And somehow, both already in motion.Liora looked at Everlyn carefully.

Her fingers tightened around his sleeve. For once, Adrian didn't pull away. For once, he looked just as shaken as she felt. Then another pulse rolled across the sky. The golden crack overhead widened. Not by inches. Not by feet. By miles. The entire world seemed to groan. Like a prison door finally beginning to break. And suddenly— everyone saw it. A vision. A glimpse. Another world. Floating islands. Golden oceans. Cities suspended in endless skies. Massive structures stretching beyond the horizon. A place so beautiful it hurt to look at.

Damon quizzes “Why not? It was my time to put my stamp on the world beyond my house and I wanted to be notice so for most of the time outside of home I had 2 different coloured eyes! And I thought it looked amazing!” I giggled “Your already have the most beautiful eyes” Damon said as he cupped my face to kiss me “I know it sounds dumb now but back then I thought it was cool, once my family died I couldn’t keep using them, the crying made them hurt my eyes!” My tone went to sadness and my eyes filled with tears

He stills and then stands, his hands to his mouth. “Holy fucking hell.” Morpheus rolls his eyes and nods, “Told you, obvious when you actually look.” He opens up his book again and goes back to reading. Eliza looks between the two of them, “I’m assuming you can’t tell me.” Sol tilts his head and groans; he runs his fingers through his hair and turns away from her to pace. “Okay then. Morpheus, is there a book here I’m allowed to read?” He smiles and nods. He clicks his fingers and a book appears on the coffee table. She raises an eyebrow but nods and picks it up. It’s an old leather-bound book, with a red leather cover and a gold emblem on the front, she turns it to read the spine,

Bella I feel like a lost child seeking help, but there's no one out there who could possibly save me. The world looks scarier than it was before, and I see nothing except its dark side. These aren’t just thoughts; they’re my reality. I'm afraid, not only because of Alex's absence but because my baby, who did nothing wrong, might end up living without a father. As I was walking across the silent road, I suddenly lost my balance. I tried to keep myself standing, but I didn’t have the energy. Just when I felt like I was going to completely fall, I suddenly felt the warmth of someone's arms catching me, and then everything went blurry.

I was not your usual sixteen-year-old. I am Nigerian Canadian, my both parents are Nigerian, I have been here all her life so I’m Canadian. Grabbed my glasses; they are my eyes, because I cannot see without them. I got into a boring tee-shirt that said VISION and a pair of skinny jeans, I put her frizzy afro curls in a messy bun and so much booby pins to actually make it look really good. Bag, sneakers, books, car keys, out of the house, I said in my head as I grabbed each thing. My books were almost to my chin as I walked to the kitchen, grabbed a bite of toast from my brother; TB’s plate.

"But they mattered." He pulled the book free and placed it carefully into Adelaide's hands. The leather had become silky with age. Its corners had rounded smooth beneath countless fingers. When she opened it, intricate illustrations greeted her first. Towering beasts whose bodies appeared woven from living constellations. Children sailing rivers of liquid light. Cities suspended beneath enormous floating crystals. She turned another page. Then another. Every illustration became stranger than the last. "What is this place?" "A world that exists only inside someone's imagination."