The Spark In Your Eyes Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

ANIKA'S POV:- I gasped loudly and opened my eyes. I looked around and found the Alpha sitting on a chair beside the bed. He had fallen asleep and he was holding my hand. In fact I had woken up with this spark I was feeling all over my body as if it was running with my blood in my veins. He was snoring peacefully as if he did not care about anything else. As if he was a free soul. But still his hold on my hand was firm enough for me that I had to use all my power to free my hand from his hold. I tried to snatch my hand away but it was no use. The spark in my body felt as if it was gathering in the pit of my stomach. I felt tickling sparks inside my stomach, that made my breaths uneven and mad

The override code. My neck muscles seize. I can't look away. I try to close my eyes, but the neural patches behind my ears send a sharp, stinging impulse that forces my eyelids to flutter open. "Look," Evelyn commands. The playback begins. 4x speed. Chapter 1: Me in my bedroom, fingers frantic, discovering the app. The look of shock on my face. Chapter 2: The kitchen counter. Coffee spilling. My head thrown back. Chapter 3: The shower. The steam. The phantom hands.

“I couldn’t sleep… I was looking for a book.” With little choice, Sparkle walked into the room and took a quick look around. This room was gorgeous during the day, but at night, with flickering shadows floating around... it was purely amazing. Really, was there anything prettier than a firelight? When she shifted her gaze back to him, Sparkle realized the glow from the fire shining in his dark brown eyes was nearly hypnotic. Which was a silly thought to have, so she pushed it away fast. “Would you mind terribly if I borrow one of your books? TV is just so boring and…”

wicked I push a thick wavy lock of hair away from his forehead tipping my chin up so I can look him in the eyes. Those sexy eyes. When I’d first met him, I used to think his eyes were like shards of ice. Cold, expressionless, fathomless. But now as I look at him. I think flames… his gaze lights me afire. Burns me. Lifting on the tips of my toes, I pressed my lips to his. Just needing him. When I open my eyes. He’s still looking at me.

A thousand people in this city have dark eyes. Was that enough to find him? I guess not. ---------------------------------------------------------------- A/N: Hey guys! So here's the first chapter and a brief introduction of Liam and Sofia...I hope you like it! And if you do...do let me know in the comments :)

--- The Spark From the heart of the horizon, a flare of red light erupted — small at first, then vast and consuming. The ground trembled. The trees bent in reverence. And the rivers turned to steam. Lyra did not move. She knew this rhythm — the opposite of her own pulse, the wild breath the Flow had always needed. > “You’re late,” she whispered, smiling faintly. The flare swelled, spiraling upward until it took shape — a figure of fire and shadow, its body alive with movement, its eyes twin stars burning gold.

Watching. His eyes didn’t blink. Didn’t waver. I was naked. Wet. Flushed. Fingers still between my thighs. He stepped forward. And I couldn’t breathe. --- End of Chapter One

Cassie - I feel the sparks flitter across my skin and turn my head towards the source, forcing my eyes open. I blink furiously until my vision clears only to find a pair of brilliantly blue eyes gazing lovingly into my own. I glance around the room and see we are alone and I grip his hand tightly relishing the sparks. A huge smile spreads across the handsomely rugged face of the man before me, I know is my mate because of the sparks, and I know I am in a hospital because the smell and sounds are familiar, but what I don’t know is, who he is, where I am or what happened to get me here.

Before it could show anything anymore the vision ended. Shit. I quickly opened my eyes and went through the other spell. I started chanting the spell after closing my eyes which was at the end of the page. I need to find that key. After a few seconds I felt something sparking in front of me. After opening my eyes my eyes fell on the bubble which was forming above the book with a yellow faint light coming from it.

"I am not ready." No one is ever ready. But you have learned to let go. You have learned to trust. That is enough. Mira opened her eyes. The gold flowers pulsed, and the watcher's attention was soft and warm. "The story is not over," Mira said. No. The story is just beginning. --- The story was not over. The story was just beginning. End of Chapter 148