Novel & Cerita The Secret In His Eyes

He goes, I always noticed, he carries an out of this world beauty, but to accept it out loud is to raise his ego to a thousand and he's already high enough to keep doing it. Even so, I do it again like those so many times that I did it in secret, pretending that I was only looking at him out of mistrust. His square jaw is covered with few beard hairs, he has a nose that makes you wonder why God plays favorites. His eyebrows are bushy above his long black lashes, and behind them are captivating yellow eyes, the color of gold. How can he not be a self-centered piece of shit if his eyes are the color of a precious metal element? I stare at her mouth remembering how good it felt on mine and the

No. I’m sure it’s him. There’s one thing about him that I cannot get out of his system. At one glance, his eyes reflect nothing. It was morbid and dark. But, as time goes by, when I really took my time to stare at him, I can see every emotion crossing his eyes. Like, he is hiding them for everyone to assume he has nothing. I saw that on him. I believe that about him. There are more pictures on the next pages, it all composed with Giovanni and Sebastian. Some were taken when they are playing outside, at a birthday party, and some charity balls which I think are a bit luxurious from what I had attended when I was young.

I responded with assurance I didn’t feel. It was strange. Everything about him screamed wealth, easy life, arrogance. Except when I drowned in his eyes. Hidden secrets within the depths of those green eyes drew me in. Like he had been hurt before, hid all the pain deep in his soul, and his eyes were the only windows to that pain. But he had it buried so deep, you only got a glimpse of it.

In this position, the light falls perfectly across his eyes, dark pupils dilated, sucking in the rays like polished onyx. That’s when I realize my mistake. His eyes are not all black. His irises are the deepest, darkest coffee. Rich and bitter, but coffee all the same. “You don’t run from me. Ever,” he snarls. But I’m still stuck on this revelation. This secret that only the sun can tease out. Eyes so dark they were a velvety abyss, until hit by golden rays. Huh. Who would’ve thought. Then he starts pulling me toward his car, and my senses return.

I opened my eyes to look at her, her eyes were closed, but I could smell her desire so think in the air. “Tara,” I whispered, my mouth still hovering above her lips. Her blue eyes shot open, staring into mine, “Tell me your secrets.” I could see it in her eyes. The way they softened. The way they portrayed how much she longed to be in my arms, for me to hold her. How long had she been waiting? The entire time she was with him? Or just the few hours I had returned into her life? “Jayce,” she whispered, destroying whatever ounce of will power I had left.

"Every time we fight. Haha Our break ups never last." "Trust me, this one will." His smile was gone now. Another silent moment. Ashley looked at him as if she were seeing him for the first time, or maybe it was the last. His perfectly toned skin, his hazel colored eyes, his semi long hair, two shades of brown, with a few strands hanging over his eyes. Under that thin white T shirt were the light outline of abs that were only going to get more defined over time. He was a sexy bad boy, apparently the type of choice for young high school girls. He had nothing else to say at this point. It was obvious that they weren't going to be making up today, but he was confident that the day would come. He

Seeing him again reminded me of what happened, something I’d been pushing at the back of my mind for the last few days. I tried to remain calm, but my heart was racing because he seemed pissed off, and for a moment, I thought he would blow the secret out. "Do you like it there?" He asked, and I knew that question was for me. "Yes." Even if I had not seen anything yet except the airport, this farm, and the view going here. His eyes were fixated on mine, and as much as I didn’t want to see those sapphire eyes, I couldn’t stop looking at them.

His voice was low, almost too calm, but it was the kind of calm that made you feel like you were standing on the edge of a cliff, the ground crumbling beneath your feet. I blinked, trying to shake off the unease that had settled in the pit of my stomach. “No,” I managed to say, my voice catching in my throat. His eyes—those piercing, unforgiving eyes—locked onto mine, refusing to let go. “I hate secrets, Ms. Bennett, so if you have one that could complicate things, now is the time to tell me.”

“It will fade. The truth will be clear in some time. But I’m sorry for bringing it up—” “No, no,” I say, cutting him off. “That’s alright. Let me tell you something good.” His blue eyes gleam with curiosity as he leans closer, forcing the smell of his perfume into my senses. For a moment I’m distracted by the intensity of the color in his eyes. Clearing my throat, I force myself to look away. “It’s a secret. You can’t tell anyone.” He chuckles. “Let me take a guess — this is about Haymitch?”

“I thought—God, Nate, I thought I lost you.” My chest tightened. My heart raced. “You didn’t.” My voice was small. Silence hung heavy, broken only by the machine’s beeping. Finally, I whispered, “Why? Why do you even care this much if I’m just your… secret?” His jaw worked. His eyes glistened. “Because you’re not just my secret. You’re—” He stopped, swallowed hard. “You’re the only real thing in my life. And I can’t lose that.”