The Spark In Your Eyes Novels & Stories

"Hm..and why are you roaming around like this kid? It's not safe" "M-my dad got killed by a man, and now my entire family is destroyed". I cried. He didn't say anything, simply looked at me. "Do you know who was the guy?". "It was Mr Wang!! The rich man". He smirked. Looking at me. "So much anger, hunger to kill and destroy". He spoke words I didn't understand. "What?" I questioned. "Your eyes reveal everything about you. You can kill and destroy. You've got that gift in you that not everyone has and it's called courage. Your bravery will always do you good, but that spark of love will always destroy".

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"

She could not control the sudden spin of her surrounding. My sparkling blue eyes. Richard!

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.

I did not understand how to hold a thing like the spark without letting it carve me up from the inside. When dawn came, we moved out. The men in our group watched me with new eyes. Some admired, some feared me, some counted me as coin. I kept my face blank, my hands steady. I kept the spark small and close, like a cat under a blanket — warm and alive, but hidden. The road ahead tightened with the dust the wagons kicked up. I could feel the world tilt a little, a shift as if all of Kaden’s gaze had turned toward me. I breathed in slow, letting the spark settle with me.