Their Eyes Were Watching God Mga Nobela at Kwento

I wanted to touch her, I wanted her to know I would never hurt her. I must have dozed off at some point. I woke up to someone watching me. I looked around. I noticed a green eye watching me from under the blanket. I didn’t move. I didn’t say anything. She watched me for a few more minutes. I sat still; I would wait for as long as it takes for her to trust me. She slid the blanket down the tiniest little bit. I nearly gasped when I saw both eyes. One was a deep emerald color. The other was a deep sapphire blue. She slid the blanket down a bit more. I knew she was beautiful, but I had no idea just how beautiful she really is. I slid back in my chair a little. She jumped and pulled the blanket

Elva went flying and crashed into the walls of the entrapment. “UGGH!” grunted Elva. She lifted her heavy eyelids. She was looking around but felt something stinging her eyes. The burning flames that was in Elva’s heart before started scorching her wholly. Her pupils turned white, and blood started to ooze in her eyes. She covered her eyes with her hands. “MY EYES! MY EYES! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE! IT HURTS. IT BURNS.” “This is payback,” answered Agatha. “Pain for pain.”

“Georgia.” That one word was sharper than any blade I’d carried on the battlefield of my own pain. My eyes locked onto her, my mother. She stood in the doorway, wrapped in silver like the queen of ice I remembered, her hair swept up, her gaze cool but shimmering. The same face I’d cried for in the dark after I ran. The same eyes that had watched me burn and didn’t blink. Jared tensed beside me. Kelsey gripped my hand tighter. My little boy looked up, confused.

Her body moved with the efficiency of someone who’d had to run, fight, endure. Her skin was a shade between bronze and burnished clay. Her hair, wild and dark, always barely tamed by pins she probably stole. Her lips had a permanent twist to them, like she was always five seconds from a threat or a joke. But her eyes, Gods. Those eyes were golden flames. Not the warm kind, the kind that cauterize, that sear straight through you and leave nothing untouched. When she was being difficult, no, when she was being a terror, they gleamed brighter, a vivid, volatile gold that danced with danger. It reminded me, almost cruelly, of Hayden’s eyes when we were younger, right before we did something reck

Voice again came with the clue. She rub her chests with extreme thirst. Her eyes start twitching and something pinch in her eyes. Becky tried to open them, but it twich more. She rubbed her eyes violently to remove the pinching particle. As she open her eyes. Her gaze went towards the base of the cage, which has little heap of dust gathered around. It was shining and have sparking particles. Becky immediately remembered something and looked at her wolves. They were still standing and guarding their Goddess. They were waiting for the commands of their Goddess. The devil has cast a strong wall between them and Goddess. When they looked at Goddess desperate face, and as she wants to convey some

‘Follow me “ I whispered as I led them out of Ada’s house to freedom. We crept along quietly, Atticus was perched upon Johnraś shoulders, holding handfuls of Johnras hair like a rein. Looking back at my mother, I reached tentatively for the handle to open the front door. As she nodded, I turned the hand and slowly pushed the door open. The cold night air hit our faces, taking our first step to freedom we huddled close together and started to run for our lives.

"Sorry mother, I lost the track of time. The garden side gate is closed I'm taking the other door. I'll join you both in just 15 mins for dinner." Anya just cancelled her call when a ball comes to her making her startled and she loses her balance but a strong arm holds her waist and pulls her closer and she immediately inhaled a musk fragrance. Anya puts her both hand on that person's chest to create some distance then looks up and met with a pair of blue-green eyes but this time those eyes were without any ridiculing or mocking. They were looking so pure that she couldn't help but become fascinated and she thinks "His eyes are so beautiful!"

“Keep going.” Goddess, those eyes. I know that look; I’m in danger. If I survive him tonight, I want to know how his eyes can change like that. I swear I see a storm brewing in the normally serene blue. Lightning, clouds, a flicker of gold as Reign gnaws at the bars of his enclosure.

KNOX’S POV The words come out wrong. Too low, too calm, like they’re coming from somewhere else, somewhere deep inside me that I’ve spent my whole life keeping locked away. “Knox.” Nathaniel’s voice goes careful. “Your eyes.” “What about them?” “They’re not changing back. They’re staying gold.” I don’t care about my eyes. I don’t care about anything except the woman in my arms and the old man on the ridge who did this to her.

Boom. Liana's heart sank. "Then what is?" The older Liana whispered, "What is watching from inside it." --- The darkness changed. For the first time, something became visible. Not a body. Not a face. A pair of eyes. Far away. Enormous. Silver. They opened. Liana couldn't breathe. The older version of herself grabbed her arm. "Don't look at them." "Why?" "Because it can see you." Liana immediately looked away. "That seems unfair."