The Spark In Your Eyes Novels & Stories

I have a very serious and somewhat nervous Isabella looking into my eyes with the deepest affection that is held within hers. By the way, her eyes are sparkling in the early morning sun; I am not fully sure if she is just glowing from radiance or if she, indeed, maybe on the brink of crying.

Title: Spark Episode 6 Written by Victor Olusa The electricity went to her brain and triggered it. I watched as she slowly opened her eyes glancing around. She kept glancing around until she saw me. "Who are you" she asked "I am Mark your son" I replied almost breaking down into tears. Finally I have mom by my side. I still have a family. She had a broad smile on her face. "Stop kidding boy" she said removing her hands from mine as I made an attempt to hold her hands.

He smiled and I caught a glimpse of gold in his mouth. ‘You must be his hyna?’, his voice resembled, one of a frog. ‘I didn’t know spitfire was already into melanin sugars like you’, he said and I had totally lost my will to speak. He was walking closer to me and had a sneer fixed on his face. ‘The best way to get a guy is through his hyna’, he chuckled and I swallowed so hard my throat ached. Umm where was Beck, this dude was going to kill me I had closed my eyes in prayer of forgiveness when I heard a gunshot and a groan, then a loud thud.

She dropped her head immediately, entirely unwilling to look up into his dangerous eyes, and silently prayed that he would just leave her alone. Alexander noticed her lovely eyes gazing frantically down at the floor, completely avoiding his own. He was instantly enraged. He desperately wanted to see her eyes—her beautiful, expressive green eyes that perfectly revealed exactly how terrified she was of him. He fiercely wanted to see those fearful eyes looking up at him.

He was so smart on top of that, it made it really easy to babysit him, Evan had already learnt a few words which he frequently used to convey things like, sippy for water, yes and no, yum for food, etc, otherwise it was just random babbling. Whenever Lucas would be too busy to give him attention, he would put on rhymes for him on the television or on the phone and Evan would obediently watch that, until the older would come and play with him. Evy, as Lucas had started to fondly call him, loved his sketchbook and colours with all his heart and soul, the only time Lucas had ever seen him cry hysterically, was when he had accidently spilled water on the book with his sipper, and all his colourf

“Polite? Frank. No one gazes politely. She had sparkle-eye. You don’t fake sparkle-eye.” “What even is sparkle-eye?” “It’s that thing where her pupils dilate and she tilts her head slightly and breathes like she’s just seen a shirtless Hemsworth brother in the wild.” Frank gave me a long, deeply tired stare. “Vince. My dude. Maybe you think she had sparkle-eye because you’ve been watching too many romance movies at 2AM again.” I gasped, hand over heart. “How dare you. Those movies are my emotional education.” “And that explains so much.”

, She pleaded with puppy eyes. Anthony rolled his eyes and sighed in frustration. Whenever Rebecca used that on him, he knew he couldn't say no. Plus, the fact that she was using her birthday wish for help a friend only meant that this Vivian was very important to her. "Describe the girl. What's she like?", He asked as he sat back on the sofa. Rebecca giggled with joy. "Thank you so much, bro-" He immediately raised a finger in the air, cutting her off. "I haven't agreed to your wish... I'm only considering it. Now give me my answers"

Behind her eyelids, she sees dragon eyes: gold, hazel, blue, watching her with a wild reverence she’s never felt before. The heat hasn’t faded completely. Sparks still pop at the edges of her nerves, a restless afterburn that keeps her trembling. Thunder rumbles outside, the storm refusing to die. Someone’s release slicks her implicit thigh, but she’s too wrung out to care about whose it is.

Soon our four pairs of eyes blinked in unison. Gleeful. Those pair of eyes shouted happiness, and excitement, and were pleased with the same time. “The Eyes are the window to your soul.” As stated by the great Shakespeare. I wanted to decipher every glitter, wrinkle, squint, regard and gaze that passed those orbs. Those dark intense eyes of his had the same spark as that day. They shone brightly. Brighter than the stars. A thread of some sort flickered. And reminded me of escapades which took place a few days back that led us there. That too together. When I say together, we actually were together. Mentally and physically both.

She wiped away her tears and composed herself before giving permission for the person to enter. It was Sparkle, her eyes filled with empathy and concern. She approached Nora with a gentle grace, her presence offering a glimmer of solace amidst the chaos. Without a word, Sparkle sat beside Nora, offering a comforting presence that spoke volumes. The tension in the room became palpable as Nora's frustration reached its peak. Her eyes burned with a mixture of anger and hurt, her voice trembling with emotion as she confronted Sparkle. The air crackled with unspoken words and the weight of their strained relationship hung heavy in the space between them.