The Spark In Your Eyes Novels & Stories

It was not a tattoo from the look I wish I could see it closely. Just as I thought about it I felt like my eyes sparked ,my pupil enlarged,it felt like it took almost my entire eyes . My eyes zoomed on the girl. But where it zoomed I really did not want to see them.I only could see two hills and a valley. For one day I had seen enough boobs and pussys. I moved my eyes to the mark. It was really difficult to focus because of her movements.

My tiny spark, now grown into something dangerous and devastatingly beautiful. She steps into the gym and the entire world stumbles. Sound fades. Time slows. My vision fractures. Dark hair in a messy bun. A sweatshirt clinging to curves that make my teeth ache. Pink lips. Silver eyes , still bright, still sharp, still mine. My gaze follows her brothers guiding her inside. Overprotective idiots. But I barely see them. I see her. "Cassain," Lucian warns. "Your eyes." I don't care. She looks at me.

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 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.

There and then, the girl looks up, dazzled by rhe crowd. Impossible! Those green hazel eyes that has lost it spark, plagued with terror and hard drug. Fuck! It's her.

Joy sparked flames at my fingertips when I wasn’t careful. Maddox quickly learned to read my eyes. A faint red glow meant it was time to back off before I accidentally set him on fire. Blue meant water, white meant air, green meant earth. I would often look down, trying to hide the glow - and sometimes, as payback for his teasing, I’d fire a little spark at him, earning a growl and a grin in return.

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

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.

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.

--- 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.