The Spark In Your Eyes Novels & Stories

The kind that says I see you and I am glad and this is everything and I will not make it weird. When she pulls back her eyes are doing something. "Do not," I say. "I am not doing anything," she says. "Your eyes are doing something," I say. "They are fine," she says, blinking rapidly. "Completely fine. Dust." "Hackney dust." "Notorious for it," she says.

I wish it was all a dream so I could ask her to promise me to never wake me up from this beautiful, long fictional journey I was picturing in my head. Her pristine face, like a bright moon in the dark night, a dream. Her eyes never left my face from the moment she fixed her brown marbles on me. just when I felt her eyes tearing up, with pools ready to fall out I couldn’t take it anymore. I was ready, as if my mind was a fuelled stash of wood which needed a little spark. Her tears were my spark.

I paused, closed my eyes, and when I opened my eyes a second later and looked into the mirror, I felt my heart skip a beat because what returned my gaze wasn't my usual brown eyes, but ones that shone with a golden spark. The eyes that looked back at me were glassy and moist, but not with real tears, but pheromones that had golden sparks. They shone like unshed gold, and even I felt my body tremble by just looking at them. I tilted my head in thought, and a beautiful smile finally bloomed on my face. “So, this is it? The eyes that are enough to steal the soul of anyone…” I muttered silently to myself, my tone filled with awe and love.

Damon quizzes “Why not? It was my time to put my stamp on the world beyond my house and I wanted to be notice so for most of the time outside of home I had 2 different coloured eyes! And I thought it looked amazing!” I giggled “Your already have the most beautiful eyes” Damon said as he cupped my face to kiss me “I know it sounds dumb now but back then I thought it was cool, once my family died I couldn’t keep using them, the crying made them hurt my eyes!” My tone went to sadness and my eyes filled with tears Damon hugged me, said I don’t need to feel sadness while he’s around

His thumb traces circles on my skin, making my heart skip a beat. I look him in the eyes as if they might hold the answers that I seek. He does have beautiful eyes. The midnight blue reflects the stars, but I also see something else in his gaze…a sparkling flame. Frank offers me a small smile and a nod. In this moment, there’s so much that I want to tell him. I shake my head, trying to break the spell and push back any emotion. “I have so many questions. I don’t know where I should start.”

My heart races as I struggled to find the right thing to say, yet my throat was dry, and no sound emerged. Jake gently places his palm over my face, gazing into my eyes. I am suddenly filled with a sensation of sparks, desire and fireworks going off within my body. First calmness and now fireworks. The world seems to stop as I look into his eyes, searching for answers. He holds my gaze for what seems like an eternity.

He repeated in a much calmer voice. Slowly I turned around to meet his gaze. In that intense moment, our eyes locked, and the world around me shifted. A hot spark surged between us, electrifying and undeniable. It was as if the party around us had faded into insignificance, and there was only him and me, bound together by some unexplainable force. "No," I whispered, terror numbing my skin. "No!" He had felt it too: that spark of connection. I could see it in his eyes, could see my soul mirrored in his gaze. His grip tightened around my wrist, and I saw him mouth those dreaded words.

he murmured. “What?” I asked, tilting my head up to look at him. “Your eyes,” he said, his gaze tracing my face. “They’re the colors of the rainbow. Every time I look into them, I see life, passion, and a spark that no one can ever dim.” My breath hitched.

When it's said, when it's done, yeah I would never let you know I'm ashamed of what I've done, yeah When I look at you In your eyes I see there's something burning inside you Oh, inside you In your eyes I know it hurts to smile but you try to Oh, you try to Her eyes. Those beautiful tiny blue balls present in between white shallow ponds. Her mesmerizing eyes, Something that relaxes my mind, body, and my soul. Those blue eyes are ocean-strong, swimming with warm sun-lit currents. I hadn't realized that blue could be such hot fire until I saw those eyes. The emotion in her eyes was fathoms deep, yet they carried the warmth and life of the sunlit surface. They had a thousand hues of blue and a

I smell something like candles I hear music start playing 'It's a beautiful night, we're looking for something dumb to do Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you Is it the look in your eyes or is it this dancing juice? Who cares, baby, I think I wanna marry you " What's going on?". I ask curiously , I feel someone suddenly wrap his hand around my waist, it was Luther. "What's happening?" I whisper He whispers back "Just go with it". He leads me to a slow dance