The Secret Is In Their Eyes Novels & Stories

And then, I saw it—the faint glow of something sacred, something undeniable, with the way they stare at each other. Even their scent didn’t hide that secret. “You're second-chance mates,” I breathed, more of a realization than a question.

I hissed and looked out the window realizing what a disaster this whole day has been. She chuckled and diverted my attention back to her. "Why are you laughing?" Secret stared out the window and replied without looking back at me. "The road's coming home with us," she responds cracking up. "Secret, how high are you?" I ask feeling really concerned now. She pressed her lips together in a thin line and stared at me. I glanced away then back at her and caught her watching me and she didn't look away or pretend not to be staring. "Secret what are you looking at?" I question.

he mumble to himself as he stood up from the bed. Whitney saw Jimmy on her way out and ran past him, she doesn't understand why it hurts like hell that he was keeping secrets from her. She wants him to trust her, she wants him to confide in her. What's the point of being married to him if he won't share his secrets with him? She ran into Tia's room and watched her sleep peacefully. Babies are lucky, they don't fall in love, they don't get heartache, and they don't fight with others. All they do is eat and sleep.

She hadn’t seen his smile for days now. He took good care of her; he drove to her house every morning to pick her up and smiled at her. He dressed in well-tailored suits and seemed purposeful about whatever he was about to do. But Martin didn’t know that she knew… she knew more than what he let on. He didn’t know that she noticed he forced a smile and that those bright blue eyes were glowing differently—a rather gloomy glint that he was hiding so well. The eyes that she recognized as the same as she first met him in his condo in New York.

‘Pleasure from here on in. I swallow, and glancing away I catch the suited up business women eying him from behind; the look they give me is laced with envy. I can practically see the green eyed monster seated at their table with them. Sorry ladies, go cast your nets somewhere else. This fish has taken my bait and is well and truly on my hook. ‘Is that right?’ I flash him my you’ve-got-me-if-you-want-me smile. He lays his hand on my knee, firm and massaging. ‘Want to know a secret, Hera?’

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.

Maria said exhaling a deep breath and smiled again. Noah was yet again looking at her intently, due to her newsboy cap, her dark black hair was not visible so she was looking more like Astria in the picture he had now that she was smiling, the only difference was eye colors. She had dark black eyes just like her father and her mother had hazel brown eyes.

With a small nod, Violet steeled herself for whatever Emily was thinking of throwing her way. Several others take their seats with the alpha and his beta being the last. Everyone in the room tenses as soon as they came into the room. The alpha took his seat at the head of the table, looking so tense he might just snap at the next person that said something he didn’t like. Violet breathed in as she saw his eyes. They were almost glowing, kind of like how a cat’s eyes glow sometimes. It was otherworldly and Violet had to tear her eyes away from the alpha to focus on her duties. Looking like that, she didn’t want to do anything that might upset him.

It was only after she said that statement that she realised that she had read that on the cover of the magazine on Wanda's table. "Selena," Asriel said while leaning back in his seat. "Blink." "Hmmm?" Selena was confused. How did the conversation change from what she wanted to her blinking? Was it not enough that her eyes were watering because of staring at him? She face palmed herself when realisation struck. Her eyes were not watering because she was keeping eye contact with Asriel _ they were watering because she wasn't blinking when staring at him. Now she was embarrassed.

“She isn’t just a harmless eccentric with a cat. She’s the kind of woman who notices when a story doesn’t line up — and then quietly pulls at the thread until everything unravels. If there’s something you’re hiding, she will find it… she smells secrets from a mile away.” A cold shiver ran down my spine as I thought back to the sharp, calculating glint in Emy’s green eyes and her boast about being the keeper of secrets. Her gaze had lingered with quiet scrutiny, as though she were filing pieces of me away for later. Zayn was right. She was a serpent wrapped in emerald silk.