The Spark In Your Eyes Novels & Stories

The craving burned deep, raw and unfiltered, and I fought to keep my desire in check, knowing I was on the edge of losing control. She looked up and her eyes met mine. The room seemed to fall silent. Her gaze was cautious, wary, but in that instant, there was an undeniable spark—something electric, like a wild flame flickering to life inside her. I felt my breath catch, my heart pounding harder. The world around us faded, and all I could see was her—her face, her scent, the subtle tremor in her stare. In that moment, both of us whispered the same word—mate.

At this moment Saad remember a poem "The look of love Is in your eyes The look your smile can't disguise The look of love Is saying so much more than just words could ever say And what my heart has heard, Well, it takes my breath away." —Dusty Springfield It suits their situation….. On the other hand Meerab looked at her , her face turned red with blush. The passing moment flashes in front of her eyes, his misty eyes are like the early morning dew when he is overwhelmed with love for me; or when he finds me particularly moving or beautiful, his gentle compassionate look turns his eyes hazel, and his soft eyes express care and concern so often….. "What is wrong with him…. The moment I decide

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 even became better when we separated. "I will make it work, E. You are not after the spark, are you?" I bit back a laugh. I just found him funny. "You know me well, don't you?" I smirked. "We promised to each other than even when the spark is gone, we will still love each other." "That was four years ago, Joe." "We can still go back to that, can't we? We can make things right again." I glanced at him. He glanced at me then to the road again.

It was like his eyes were just a whole mix blues that were different shades, and those silver sparks swirling within those shades, making it a more magnificent sight to gaze upon. Before I even got to admire those sapphire burning eyes his gaze broke and he away, further and further from me. He just left me there, clueless. As the time sped away I found myself comparing the azure eyes of Zayden and the deep royal midnight blues of the wolf- name also Zayden. I had to be seeing things. it was merely impossible. Yet, they both held those mysterious silver sparkles that swirled deeply. It looked too real to even be considered as the plain imagination or the trick of the minds.

He could clearly see that she had finished only half of it and had been dipping the spoon in and out, twirling around and about. “Anna,” he called her and her lost green eye met his steel ones. She could see something akin to admiration flash in his eyes before he masked it. Just their eye contact sent shivers down her spine. The intensity with which he looked at her was jolting. She was afraid yet something sparked in her body. It was electrifying and scary. Her hands paused and gulping hard, she didn’t blink away from him. Licking her dry lips, she looked at him, not afraid.

Lisa could recognize those eyes, she certainly had seen them before. This was not the scary eyes behind Olivia today, this was different and Lisa could remember how hypnotizing the eyes was. She had definitely been attracted to the eyes since she saw it, but it had never been this bright before. It just came like a spark and it went back, but now...it was . different. Her eyes were blurry, but she couldn't help the glow, the color didn't change, nor did it stop glowing. It was just there staring at her in one of the most beautiful way.

She looked at the sparkler burning and felt a bit happy. “It’s so pretty.” Saw said, looking at it with a smile. He looked at her with warm eyes. “You’re like it. You’re always sparkling, no matter what the situation is.” He told her. Her eyes saddened. “Put it will burn out quickly.” She told him, “Just like my emotions.” “Yours spark will never burn out. Because you have the best heart in the world.” He told her. She looked at her and saw the way he was looking at her, which made her blush. She looked away.

It'd be quite the fitting sight for a celebration, wouldn't it? "Gosh, you've got quite the eye, ma'am!" The staff smiled brightly and proceeded to let me sign the contract. "For the sake of letting you take a picture with the fireworks, we suggest you carry out the process of cremation at night." However, I didn't have that much time, so I lowered my head sadly. "Morning will do… I'll take these fireworks and keep them at home. I'm planning on setting these fireworks off once my child is eighteen years old, as a final gift their father gave for becoming an adult.

“What can I do with it?” The witch’s eyes seemed to gleam with excitement. “Your power is called the ‘Spark of Life’,” she said. “It’s an ancient magic, one that can heal wounds, bring hope to those who have lost it, and even protect you from harm. But it’s also a power that can be unpredictable, wild. You must learn to control it, child, or risk losing yourself to its fury.” I hesitated, unsure if I should believe the witch’s words. But the witch’s next statement made me pause.