Novel & Cerita Tom-and Jerry Heart Eyes

he asked, his eyes utterly deeming my every being. Every piece of his sentence sent a raging anger inside me, one I couldn't help but express, I glared furiously at him, as I gritted my teeth in rage. “Ohh my, those eyes of yours could really kill if there were a weapon no doubt,” he chuckled, bringing himself closer to my ears once more, “Don't hate me kiddo, remember I'm the one helping you here, right? But I do need you to know….” His eyes, deemed even more to it the beastly glow, as he finally closed in the last breath of space between, his hands now holding my neck in place as he smirked.

Presumably a pair of hands. I slowly open my eyes only to be met by the most warm, sexy and charming pair of ruby eyes. My heart flutters as I get lost in his eyes, I feel my heart beating so rapidly in my ears. He looks so arrogant, and the dead look in his eyes makes him even hotter.

"Papa." He released a shaky breath, his hands flimsy reaching for his eyes, leaving me dumbfounded for a second. He dropped his hand on the side, and my breath hitched in my throat when I saw the two eye contacts in his open palm. My heart sank to my stomach, chills spreading throughout my body. I couldn't stop the tears from pouring down when he turned to face me, two dark red eyes that seemed too familiar stared back at me, a weak smile playing at his lips before he opened his mouth to expose his sharp fangs.

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

Taking the bottle from his hand, Vanessa took a sip. Looking at Megan and Bryan, Justin smiled, "They look happy together, don't they?" "They do," she smiled. "Well, I have never seen Bryan so happy and crazy over a girl in twenty-nine years of our existence." "Megan seems to like him alot too." Turning towards her, Justin asked, "What about you?" "What about me?" She asked. Pausing for a while, he answered, "You seem to have a lot of things hidden in your heart and eyes." When she raised her brows, he added, "Did I not tell you that I can read a beautiful woman's eyes?"

"His name is Troy." I turned back to Holden, and his once watered eyes were now an explosive dam, pouring down his cheeks like a landslide. He wiped the tears from his cheek. "Oh my god, he's beautiful.." "He has your eyes." Listening to him breathing softly in his sleep was so satisfying, I could stare at him all day. He had a strong heart, a big appetite, rosy cheeks, and soft hazelnut hair. I was worried at one point for the lack of crying, but the doctor was insistent that he was fine.

She was in pain. “I'm sorry”. I whispered to her and forced my eyes closed. Letting out a shaky breath, I placed my hands on her baby. “Limiosidesha”. I chanted over and over again as a blue light left my heart. I was giving it to her. We were running out of time.

He noticed her reaction and gently blew air onto her burn… When Hazel felt his cool breath on her hand, she looked at Timothy’s side profile, and her heart fluttered. Her heart was going crazy…

I said She blinked his big eyes and sensibly, “Mommy, I will good! Mommy, you have to come back early to be with me too!” “Alright, got it!” I said caressingly her head lovingly. I leaned over and kissed her face, “Mommy is leaving!” She blinked her big eyes. Then she looked at me with a cute, innocent expression and said, “Mommy, can I watch TV little longer today? I saw Jerry on TV yesterday.” “Jerry is on TV?” I was turned for a moment before I smiled and said, “You can watch a little longer today, but not too much. Its not good for your eyes!”

he whispered low, the hint of a smile lacing his tone. I yelped and snatched my hand back, rolling onto my side to face away from him. My heart was racing. He'd caught me. Oh God, had he also noticed I'd been watching him for the last five minutes? "Cold feet?" He teased, his voice as light as a feather yet sharp enough to get on my nerves. I turned back to him, frowning. "There was a bug in your hair." One dark brow arched, his green eyes—those piercing, swirling green eyes—locking onto mine. "A bug? In my house?"