Tom-and Jerry Heart Eyes Novels & Stories

Tears welled up in her eyes as she stared at figures in front of her trembly body. Tommy's heart ached as he watched Jasmine's terrifying figures. Tears were rolling down her pale cheeks as she continued to eye both him and Gray. Tommy took a step forward causing Jasmine to gasp as more tears leaked from her swollen red eyes, "P-Please don't k-kill me," she sobbed as Tommy felt like he was getting stabbed in his chest but he had to continue.

They named them Vani and Deep respectively. Hardeep had finally found his happiness in Dreamy Eyes and Navi in his Hazel Eyes. *** Harjot and Ranjeet were blessed with a cute little bunny boy. They named him Ranjot. They were very happy to have a baby who made them complete. **** Ravi and Anamika were still expecting two babies. Ravi was always pampering his girl. He didn't even let her pick anything from the floor. He was always near her. Imagine taking her to the washroom , helping her to take a bath as the doctor said, hers was a complicated case. But he didn't tell her . Ravi informed his friends. They were supposed to come today itself as her delivery date was after two days.

Then his eyes lit up suddenly as he recalled how she was trying to cheer him up the other day Picking up his phone, he sourced some old videos of Archies, then bringing the phone before her eyes, he turned her face with the other hand, coercing her to look into the screen She silently watched the clip of Archies, he played about three to four of them but she remained expressionless Have you heard about Tom and Jerry?,” he asked her in another attempt to cheer her up “I know someone who used to watch Tom and Jerry cartoons when her mood was sulky or down,” He informed her as he played the episodes of Tom and Jerry now, seeing that she still did not respond, his heart lurched ‘How deep a damag

My heart pulsated erratically because I never anticipated seeing him. I had no idea that he's visiting Hailey because only if I was informed, I will choose not to step in when he's around. Brent was seriously looking at me but I opted to avoid his gaze. I felt like my heart clenched on the sight of him and what happened in the past flashed in my memory. Hunter cleared his throat, "Hailey was able to open her eyes earlier but only for a second," he broke the silence. We felt happy about Hailey's progress but my emotion inside was on a high-intensity level.

she rolled her eyes. Why did my heart stop beating? "There he is. Hey babe, come over here. Look who I found" She waved to someone behind me. Shit.

She ached her brow, "really?" "Yes Tyra really..." "Oh God you called me Tyra without me squeezing the life out of you.. so you are soo not okay.. what's wrong..?" "Nothing really." "Are you worried about Tawny?" I coughed since that caught me off guard, "whaaaat?" She laughed closing her laptop, "I was not born yesterday... I have eyes." I tried to make a joke, "I have eyes too.." "Eyes that have been looking at Tawny.. yep I know."

another sneered, twisting her accomplishments into something sordid. "Those lovely designs are not even hers," a third hissed, questioning her very talent. Nora's eyes welled up with tears as she scrolled through the endless stream of negativity. The hurtful words pierced her heart, leaving her feeling bruised and humiliated. She felt like a target, her every achievement and every aspect of her being mercilessly attacked. By the time Mary arrived, Nora's eyes were red and swollen from crying. Mary, her heart breaking for her friend, gently took her in her arms, offering her a comforting presence and a listening ear.

I've seen him be through worse, and he has never acted as close as he's doing. “Does it sting that much?” I question, with my wants fading off my thoughts for a moment. “Yes,” Than replies, peeling his face up. His glassy eyes stained with tears, rise looking at me. I know it's not from his dislocation, but I can't stop myself from melting. He's a grown ass man, yet looks cuter than ever. My heart sprints a race staring, my eyes rolling in, my brains sigh, knowing my heart is about giving in.

No big declarations or dramatic confessions. Just the soothing sounds of the house and the gentle rhythm of two hearts learning to be soft again. ---

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.