Novel & Cerita The Spark In Your Eyes

"Sir Mark, since you are so good to me, I would like to tell you her secret. If one day you will finally meet Calla, and you see that she's not your type, do not look directly at her eyes." "Her eyes?" I repeated, wondering what sense there was in avoiding her eyes. "Yes," Cynthia looked straight at me, collecting my full attention. "She can win any man she fantasizes through her eyes." "What do you mean?" I asked, not realizing both my hands were gripping the edge of the table as I glued my eyes on her. To my frustration, she smiled and shook her head. "I'm sorry, sir. This is not the right time to tell you about it."

He kept his eyes open seeing her flushed face,whereas her eyes were tightly closed. The position changed and her mouth was covered by his mouth once again. She wanted him inside her yet he was letting the fire reach its peak. "Open your eyes, I want to see in those deep dreamy eyes, my beautiful."

She's now the centre of attention. My eyes are on her. Her eyes are on me. We are facing...or rather staring at each other. Yeah! No doubt, something big is about to happen... She is the bearer of the scent. But wait, why does she smell so different all of a sudden? Which lotion or cologne has she used today? Why- oh my goodness! Is it what I am thinking? I'm still staring at her and I can notice a sparkle in her eyes. A kind of sparkle that shouts 'love..... Affection.... Care..... Adoration.... Protection... Ownership....'

*DAMON* I was shocked by her reaction but I could tell that it wasn't her intention to just yell at me that way. The moment she did that, I saw a sudden flash in her eyes and her eye color changed to that of flames. In her eyes, they were burning and I couldn't even look into them. I felt a sudden heat within me each time I tried to do that. "Sarah, your eyes..." I alerted her subconsciously and she moved closer to the lake to check her reflection. She freaked out, as expected.

'i heard her say to the counter lady 'can I please get an ice? The woman smiles with a nod and turns away to get her the ice. I forced my gaze down the moment she turns around to see me again. And my heart actually beat way faster because I thought she'd caught me staring at her. I decided fixing my gaze on this damn old table in front of me would be the best thing to do as I started hearing her walk towards me. I felt her press the ice against my chin where the douchebag had hit me earlier. I looked up immediately to find her eyes perched on mine. Her oval eyes had the deepest shades of Auburn,encased with a Toffee outer casing shades. I could suddenly see the different shades of brown her

Both were shocked with this incident, Anya looks up and collides with his blue-green eyes. Anya raise her finger and traces on Sebastian's eyes making him shiver with her touch "Your eyes are so beautiful, so pure without any malice." Anya stares into his eyes with admiration and fascination then says "Why you always filled them with negative emotions? Or else they are the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen in my life." Hearing her words Sebastian holds her waist and pulls her closer to him then he touches his forehead with her and mumbles "Stop me before I lose control."

I gently touch the outer walls and I feel a burst of power run through me. I am suddenly back in my body, and back in my room. I can feel sparks on my arm, and I breathe a sigh of relief. Adam is still with me. The sparks signify our love and connection. I open my eyes slowly and see Adam’s head resting on my arm. He is not looking at me. I reach my other hand across my body putting my hand on his head.

I nodded. "Your wish is my command, my Queen. I'll take my blindfold now," I warned everybody else, and touched the knot Sohan made before then began to unmake it. Folding it and putting it on my lap, I blinked, getting used to the light again. I heard lots of gasps, probably because most people here have never seen my eyes, they must be mesmerized.

There was a pause given by Bryan for them to replenish each other's oxygen supply in their lungs. They should not run out of breath just because of the meeting of two lips that refused to separate. Their eyes had already said many things without their mouths needing to say them. There was still a trace of their closeness left because of the saliva thread between them, slightly noticeable. "Are you... kidding me?" asked Celine once she found a bit of sanity. Although her heart was no longer beating normally, at least the brain she had could still be used to think clearly. Although...

Thump-thump. A streak of fiery red danced through the cool pearl. It looked like a nebula trapped under glass, a living storm of liquid light that constantly shifted and changed, never looking the same twice. It was a perfect, chaotic harmony of all four elements, spinning in time with her life force. Fennigan stared at the swirling vortex over her heart, then up at her face, his expression full of wonder. "Fire," he whispered, tracing the edge of the living stone with his finger, not burning, but warmed by the light. "You really are the Spark."