The Spark In Your Eyes Novels & Stories

The intense glaring contest between Savanna and Lisa seemed to freeze time for a moment, as their eyes locked in a battle of wills. Each woman's gaze conveyed a distinct and powerful message, reflecting their conflicting emotions and desires. Savanna's eyes burned with a fiery menace, radiating determination and a fierce will to stake her claim in Alex's life. There was an unwavering resolve in her gaze as if she was willing to go to any lengths to be with him. Her eyes seemed to pierce through the air, reflecting her defiance and refusal to back down.

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."

The moment Sebastian touched me, my whole body felt being resurrected back to life. I felt the connection that ignited the spark when we both came in contact. It's not only in the touch of our hand that let me feel the spark, it was in his eyes. His piercing deep ocean blue eyes. There was something about this man that was making me drawn towards him, just like how a moth gets attracted towards the flame. He was my flame. The flame that could burn me. He could be dangerous, yet here I was striding with him to the dancefloor, without having a care in the world how could this may affect me in the near future.

He sighed, a soft sound of mild frustration, and turned, his eyes finally meeting mine. And that was it. The spark. It wasn’t a sudden conflagration, no fireworks exploding in the quiet library. It was more subtle, a gentle igniting of something that felt both brand new and strangely familiar. His eyes, a warm hazel that seemed to hold a thousand unspoken stories, held mine for a beat longer than a casual glance. A faint smile touched his lips, and I felt a blush creep up my neck, a betraying crimson that I hoped he wouldn't notice.

“This isn’t analysis, Kaleb.” Sparkle met his gaze coolly, steadily, firelight dancing in her eyes. “Maybe you don’t remember, but this is called conversation.”

Their deep eye contact seemed to transport them into their own world, leading Spark to exclaim in disbelief, "Unbelievable! He is such a fool to lose himself in her gaze! What is so captivating about her eyes? He was so irritated. At that moment, though Marlie had Charlie's face, Spark's disgust towards her was the same as he loved Charlie. He just couldn't accept that this imposter not only took the face of Charlie, but she was also messing with his best friend. Unbelievable! Annoyed, Spark stood up and spat under his breath, "Impossible! First, it was that thickhead brat, Marlie, and now this imposter?!" Spark shook his head in disbelief at his best friend's fickle heart.

Her eyes spark with something fierce, absolute. “I want to kill him” *****

“But, why can you go out during the day if you are not human?” Jack snorted. "You forgot again, Jenny. I told you yesterday that I can be seen while disguised as a human.” "Oh, Jack. I do not understand. All I know is, you are in front of me now." Jack walked over to me and cupped my face. We kissed. Long time. My pulse beats faster as his hands touch everything on my body. "You want to make love?" I asked. Jack laughed. "Is it possible?" he replied. “Cover all eyesight so as not to disturb us.” In the blink of an eye, Jack closed all the curtains that stretched from window to window in my boutique room. I was invited to fly, across the blue clouds decorated with rainbow colors.

He pushed himself up to meet my gaze, his eyes sparkling with desire. “What?” he asked. “Don't stop,” I replied. A sly smirk crossed his lips, and his eyes glittered with mischief. My eyes remained hooked to the mesmerizing blue of his gaze sucking me in. I couldn't stop looking at them. They were dangerous, those eyes, and they were about to drown me in their ecstatic wonder.

Her eyes were the most beautiful thing about her, a feature that she herself had inherited from her but the brightness and sparkles in Sia’s eyes were long gone. One day Sia discovered that whenever her mother smiled, there was no sparkle in her eyes. She would try to do something funny again just to look at the sparkles in her mother’s eyes but there were still no sparkles. Her lips still curved upwards in the same way and her eyes thinned together in the same way but the sparkles were no longer there. She was old enough to know and relaize that there was something wrong. Something wrong enough to take away the sparkles in her mother’s eyes.