روايات وقصص ضمن The Spark In Your Eyes

He spoke in a deep voice. Her bright blue eyes met with his icy grey orbs. For the very first time she saw an emotion in his eyes other then anger. His icy grey orbs roamed at her body from head to toe. She felt chills at his gaze. His eyes turned darker and a smirk plastered on his face. "Sleep with me." She took a step back at his words. Her blue orbs widen in shock. "W-What?" She stammered. Her blood turned cold at his words. She felt so exposed under his gaze at that moment, that she wanted to claw at his eyes until he bleeds.

"But you told me not to come back after the operation." "It's because I want you to be present when the doctor removes the bandage from my eyes," he explained, smiling. "I want you to be the first person I see that day." "That will make your mother cry." "My mother would understand. She's the most understanding woman on the planet. And you did sound like her at times. " Angela smiled as she said, "And that must be a pain in your ass." "Not at all. Your voices, on the other hand, inspire me to fight for hope. Angela, you inspire me to travel the world again. And I'd like you to be here by then. "

, he asked. I swallowed first before I answered him. “Apart from mind reading, I have a super heat vision, laser tranquilisers from my hands and I have the strength of more than a thousand men-at-arms put in one.” “I’m sorry, did you just say super heat vision?” he asked. “Yes, and my eyes change colour with different emotions, but their original colour is brown.” “Wow that is awesome. Mine change colour when imitating someone’s eye colour”, he said. “I noticed that as well.”

I can’t take my eyes off him. "Different worlds are not enough to keep us apart." I stared at him as he said those words to me. I can smell his enchanting scent because of how close we are to each other. His face was blurry. The only thing that I could see clearly are his eyes; those eyes that express more than one emotion. Eyes that sparkle the same way the fireflies danced around us. It’s as if I can see through his soul because of it. We are smiling at each other while lying on the grass, under the bright full moon.

Ricky asked. “Huh um no they are blue; you should get your eyes checked,” Jade said shaking her head. She wasn’t sure why the boy was so interested in her eyes. “No, they are gray Jade.” He challenged. “There’s only ever been one person with your eye color. You should be happy that you’re different.” “Whatever, I have to go,” Jade said rolling her eyes. She was hoping her Aunt was already waiting for her. “Should we tell her about the legends?” Stephan whispered to Ricky.

“ Seriously ? '' Jenny turned back crossing her arms with each other as she gave me an blase look and added further “ don’t tell me we are going to dance here…..without lights and music “ Shaking my head in denial with a smile I walked near her while she kept gazing at me. Did I mention that tonight there’s something captivating about her eyes ? apart from the beautifully drawn eyeliner and some glittering thing on her eyelid there’s something else too. Is it confident of being the best in every possible way ? or is it the knowingness of her worth, her pure presence and things that she deserves and the acclaim things of tonight ? or is it the trust in the process of we being a thing in neare

wait Is that hate in his eyes?

Tara’s gaze was clear and bright, carrying a faint trace of melancholy. Facing such eyes, Hunter couldn’t bring himself to lie. He spoke truthfully, “While this is a business arrangement between our families, I also wanted to marry someone I truly admire and respect.” Tara raised an eyebrow. “So, you investigated me?” Hunter’s sapphire eyes sparkled like gemstones. “Yes, and I’m very satisfied in every aspect.” Tara felt a surge of heat rise to her cheeks. The way he emphasized every aspect felt layered with meaning, instantly reminding her of that night in the nightclub. Her face turned the color of a ripe tomato.

“You’re fine. I’m not taking the question personally.” “It is just…” He trailed off. I have never seen that spark in your eyes when you talk about him.” He paused, searching for the right words. “When you love someone, you can’t help but radiate joy. Your eyes light up, your voice fills with warmth.” She paused, a wry smile playing on her lips. “Brave words coming from a man who’s known for his fair share of flings,” she teased. Her tone was light, but her eyes held a deeper meaning. She was challenging him, pushing him to be more vulnerable, to reveal his true self as he was trying earlier with her.

As he continues to observe her with a keen intensity, the weight of his gaze lingers like a palpable presence, casting a spell over the space between them. And in that fleeting instant, as their eyes remain locked in a silent dance of recognition and intrigue, a spark ignites between them—a spark that carries the promise of untold possibilities, of encounters yet to unfold, and of a connection that transcends the boundaries of time and space.