The Spark In Your Eyes Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

He repeated in a much calmer voice. Slowly I turned around to meet his gaze. In that intense moment, our eyes locked, and the world around me shifted. A hot spark surged between us, electrifying and undeniable. It was as if the party around us had faded into insignificance, and there was only him and me, bound together by some unexplainable force. "No," I whispered, terror numbing my skin. "No!" He had felt it too: that spark of connection. I could see it in his eyes, could see my soul mirrored in his gaze. His grip tightened around my wrist, and I saw him mouth those dreaded words.

The edges of the boutique blur into a hazy smear of colors I don't have names for, leaving only June in sharp, agonizingly beautiful focus. My bright blue eyes blow wide, the pupils expanding with a violent snap until the blue is just a thin, jagged ring around a black abyss of hunger. I can feel my heart hammering...one, two, three...against my ribs, the rhythm syncing perfectly, terrifyingly, with the pulse I see throbbing in the hollow of her neck. I look down at my hand. It’s still vibrating from the contact. The "spark" was so physical, so violent, that I half-expect to see seared scorch marks on my skin.

the eyes were not a painting on the book, she told herself, they were alive and real. The red eyes gazed at the angelically pure ones, Sara kept on staring into the eyes for few seconds before she could feel them wondering deep inside her head, they were penetrating and hypnotizing and stared directly at her naked soul, flipping her insides like pages, she felt herself being read and discovered like an interesting book that had no power over the hands holding it. her mind, unable to endure all the intensity, soon surrendered to darkness.

"Spark, tell me, what did you see in Charlie?" Chad inquired, settling onto the grassy ground. Spark grabbed one of the cold beers, joining Chad a few steps away. "She was dull, vexatious, and inexperienced," Spark ranted with anger, but soon tears streamed down his face as he continued, "innocent, beautiful, pure..." He couldn't finish his words and broke down crying. He struggled to express what he saw in Charlie. "She... she was the sweetest person I've ever laid eyes on. Her smile... her smile..." He continued as he choked on his sobs.

"There's this look." "A look?" Livi echoes, raising a brow and asking what 'look' that would be. "A sparkle," he says, and she wasn't sure what she expected the answer to be, but it was far from that of a sparkle. Liviana blinks at him. "A sparkle?" She asks, unsure of his answer. "Mhm," he nods. "There's this sparkle you get in your eyes whenever you start to think, and it turns into a sort of glow over time - whenever it's a thought you just can't seem to shake."

The air trembled, heat rippling through it like a heartbeat. My eyes snapped open just as the magic ignited. Fire erupted beneath me, racing up the walls, devouring the air. I stumbled up, choking on smoke. Ember stood in the center of the room, framed by the blaze, her silhouette sharp and perfect against the light. Her eyes burned with both colors now—black and gold—and her smile was something beautiful and terrifying. “You should’ve never trusted the flame.”

It's getting hot in here, sweet mother of cookies! I couldn't say anything and could only stare at his dark eyes and lips. “Would you like to know what that is?” I gave a timid nod. “Your sweet lips,” he said, pressing his lips against mine, and everything else faded away. There are sparks here, butterflies there, and fireworks all over the place. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A/N - There's still an hour to be the next day in our country, so we think it still counts as Thursday's update (nervous laughs) but we still apologize for the late update. Anyways, comment your opinions about the chapter if you like it and support

I’d give her everything I had to give, just for one little sparkle in her light blue eyes. Chapter one was an outpouring of how Rosie had reached into my soul and brought me back to life, starting right from the moment she’d asked for my help. How I’d seen straight into her soul in return. My first glimpse. The glimpse that had changed my world and picked it up from the dregs of nothing. I lit up a cigarette at the window, but Rosie didn’t look over at me, too transfixed as she scrolled. Her cheeks were blooming pink, and I could see the tears welling up.

My legs gave out from underneath me, I tried to brace myself for impact against the ground, but instead my weak body was pulled into strong arms. I blinked, trying to clear the blurriness in my eyes again, the dark spots started clouding my vision, but before it fully had a chance to pull me in, I was met with deep seafoam eyes that shone with so much intensity, “I have you.." *** This chapter wasn't the best, my apologies, next chapter will be better I promise. Shalini Zhara <3

I don’t need time, I need his mouth and I need the answer to the question that’s been scraping at my bones since the first time he looked at me like I wasn’t a child. He leans in and my lashes lower instantly with the world narrowing to breath and heat and the inch between us that’s about to disappear. “Girls who play with fire,” he murmurs, his lips a breath from mine, “don’t get to cry about the burn.” “I won’t cry,” I whisper. “I’ll beg.” Something flashes in his eyes. And then his mouth catches mine. End of Chapter 1