The Spark In Your Eyes Novels & Stories

He watched her chest go up and down, he could hear her heart beating, very rapid and strong. Her body shook and then she woke up. She shuddered again and then curled up her legs and wrapped her arms around them. This, of course, showed him her full glory, open and very wet. Bright red and still flexing; the opening winking at him. Her clit was poking out from under its hood. She was curling and flexing her toes. Her breathing was rapid and shaky. She finally sat up, rolling forward. She looked into his eyes. Hmm... so that's what they mean when they say 'Sparks shooting from her eyes.' he thought to himself. "That has to be the single most intense moment I have ever experienced! You just kee

His eyes were so gorgeous they were almost hypnotizing. As we stared at each other, he slowly walked towards me. A small smile on his lips, he continues walking until he's standing directly in front of me. He grabs my hand and tugs me, wanting me to stand up, and I do. I want to know why his eyes have a small spark of mischievousness in them, I want to know why he's looking at me the way he is so I stand up without a word as I stare into his electric blue eyes.

I place my hands on the sides of her face, and the sparks almost break me down. I thought I felt sparks when she was trying to talk me down before, but I was under the spell and figured I wasn’t in my right mind. This, this is real. The sparks are real. Her scent is real. I close my eyes and breathe in deeply. When I open my eyes, tears are falling down Nikki’s cheeks. I use my thumb to wipe them away. I lean in close and place my lips on hers; heaven on Earth.

I saw the spark in her eyes - the same spark that made me fall in love with her all those years ago. And I’d be damned if I let it burn out now…

Everything is always blurry, everything but his eyes from where I stand every time. His eyes are entrancing, the sparkle of gold, like lighting throughout the emerald green capturing anyone who locks onto them, the shimmer and sparkle they project, with the hint of black around the edges giving you the sense of mystery they hold. Never knowing if it's pain and sadness or joy and happiness within them. This is the only thing I get to see when I'm looking through my own eyes in my dream, then I am back to standing there in the distance.

June said. She walked up to the lead man, met his cold eyes. “I’m not giving you the baby,” June told him. “But I’ll give you the Spark. On one condition.” “Anything,” he said, smiling wider. “The Spark won’t be harvested from memories anymore,” June explained. She looked at the marble veins on her arms. “It comes from me. Whenever someone on Earth turns on a light, they’ll take a piece of my life. I’ll be the battery. And you’ll set the people free.”

--- The Spark From the heart of the horizon, a flare of red light erupted — small at first, then vast and consuming. The ground trembled. The trees bent in reverence. And the rivers turned to steam. Lyra did not move. She knew this rhythm — the opposite of her own pulse, the wild breath the Flow had always needed. > “You’re late,” she whispered, smiling faintly. The flare swelled, spiraling upward until it took shape — a figure of fire and shadow, its body alive with movement, its eyes twin stars burning gold.

she chuckled. Rico walked away from her, his hands on his face. “What’s up?” She chuckled nervously, walking closer. “Uh, not much, just that you’ve made like my year, with this…” “Oh come on,” she blushed, “Now you sound just like Ryan. I just agreed to come work for you. What’s the big deal about that?” “You agreed to come work for me and that means we get to start working on what is definitely going to be the greatest tv show ever, The Spark,” he stated like it was a well-known fact.

"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."

Even if the truth sounded insane. I glanced around, making sure we were alone, then took a deep breath. “There was this... spark.” Mel frowned, confused. “A spark? What kind of spark?” “I don’t know how to explain it,” I said, shaking my head. “When we were sitting together, I was about to kiss her, but then I saw something in her eyes. Like, an actual spark, something bright, electric. It was only there for a second, but it was enough to freak me out.”