The Stars In Your Eyes Novels & Stories

If our eyes meet, I would die right there. “I just…” I lowered my voice this time, “She’s an artist--a star if you will. Many people just find her that way.” “Really?” Another one-eyebrow-raise from miss Georgia. “You can look at my brown eyes and call it eyes, but you look at Anya Moore’s eyes and you call it crystal.” I remain speechless, but she keeps talking. “An artist or not, when you love someone, your eyes will look at them like they are the brightest star.”

And then I heard a song. It's just another night And I'm staring at the moon I saw a shooting star And thought of you I sang a lullaby By the waterside and knew If you were here, I'd sing to you You're on the other side As the skyline splits into two I'm miles away from seeing you I can see the stars From America I wonder, do you see them, too? So open your eyes and see The way our horizons meet And all of the lights will lead Into the night with me

Eden's gaze flicked towards her, his piercing blue eyes gleaming with a hint of interest as he took in her awestruck expression. Eden's eyes sparkled with a hint of enthusiasm as he gazed up at the starry sky. "The stars are much larger than the moon, you know?" he said, his smooth voice a gentle breeze on the quiet night air. Pearl's bright blue eyes widened with interest as she turned to him, her slender fingers brushing against her hair.

The day I was released from prison, a woman claiming to be my ex-wife came to take me home. Instinctively, I pulled away when she reached for my hand. "I don't know you." She frowned, assuming I was still upset. "Five years ago, we agreed that once you got out, we'd remarry. Mom's getting older, and she misses you." Hearing that, I opened the diary I always carried with me. Written inside was an instruction: 'If someone claims to be your ex-wife, go home with her.' So, I did. After I returned home, I became the perfect husband and the perfect son in their eyes. When my ex-wife seemed to be fooling around with my younger half-brother, I pretended not to notice. When my mother openly admi

Everyone froze, and the private room went completely silent. Oscar slowly lifted his eyes to look at the woman in front of him, only to see a burning hatred blazing in her gaze. "Wake up already! I'll say this one last time—I don't love you, and I don't have any feelings for you! I love my husband, Jamie! He's the only one for me, now and forever! If you keep harassing me, we won't even be friends!" George and Theo exchanged a glance. They'd never seen Shirley this furious before.

Seems to hear me, the man turned around and lowered his head. Unpreparedly, I gaze into his eyes as I fall right into that turquoise Atlantic Ocean. He has a pair of gorgeous, icy-blue eyes.

I frowned in confusion, because when I looked into his eyes I could see an entire constellation, literally I could see the universe in his eyes. "Alpha..." I called him with a weak voice. "I see stars in your eyes, what is that?"

he walks away Damn his oceans eyes Billie Eilish song began to play in my head as he sadly walked away I've been watchin' you for some time Can't stop starin' at those ocean eyes Burning cities and napalm skies Fifteen flares inside those ocean eyes Your ocean eyes No fair You really know how to make me cry When you gimme those ocean eyes I'm scared I've never fallen from quite this high Fallin' into your ocean eyes Those ocean eyes I've been walkin' through a world gone blind Can't stop thinkin' of your diamond mind Careful creature made friends with time

He just lifted his gaze, those deep, dark eyes locking with mine. That was when I realized—when there was no venom in them, his eyes were actually beautiful. Thin-lidded, with a slight upturn at the corners, carrying a hint of lazy indifference.

"Even though I told her until I was blue in the face that what was flying through the sky was a burning meteor and not an actual star, Mima Liv still claimed that shooting stars were just people waving their last goodbyes." His eyes wander my whole face. I hold my breath in hope that he is actually looking at me like I am looking at him. Frustration soon flashes across his expression and he angles his head back towards the night sky. "I bet the stars listen," I continue to babble as he stays mute. Nate's lack of words is beginning to make me anxious. "We're always wishing on them so it's only polite." I see a tick in Nate's profile and turn my head again to see him grinning at my ammature jo