Tricky Eyes Mga Nobela at Kwento

Curly golden hair and light emerald eyes, pale skin, and a body similar to Rai's both in muscles and height. "You saw what?" He asked shocked. "What's wrong with you? Why did you take that shit off?" Ha, those two are so funny. I had a smirk on when I talked back at him, "You two are so damn funny. Both of you want me dead, just like everybody else. Yes, I can see others dying with my eyes. No, I do not kill them. No, I can't do anything about it. No, it can't be changed. Yes, I don't mind if you all blame me for it. Is that what you want to hear?" They both were speechless while staring back at me. "Look, brothers, I don't mind you hating me and wanting me dead. Really, I don't. But you hav

Hadley My shoulders are tight and my eyes sting when I close them. My fingers curve into my palms as I resist the urge to rub them. I've been told it's the worst thing I can do, but God it feels so good. I need some of those liquid tears, or whatever, the eye doctor keeps telling me about. I'm pretty sure those things are made out of unicorn tears, though, because of how much my copay is for them. When they told me the price, I said forget it, but damn my eyes hurt. Maybe after the sale I'm having for Halloween I'll be able to afford them, but until then I'm stuck with pushing through. Story of my life for the past few years.

When he was serious, his eyebrows would tightly knit together. The fair and slender hand raised the cue stick on the table, and he gently swung the stick, aiming at the point of impact, measuring the angle. His eyes narrowed slightly due to concentration. The women present couldn't help but be deeply attracted by his beautiful eyes. Jacoby's eye shape is typical of parallel double eyelids, with the eyes parallel to the eyelids and slightly drooping towards the outer corners. When in a natural expression, it gives off a sense of innocence and youthfulness. However, once he becomes serious, it also exudes a faint, cool and gentle aura.

“Is that how people know you as a Trickster? The ears?” “It’s...a combination of things.” I look at him, tapping the inkhold against the journal, waiting for him to continue. I had to admit that even though riding a horse for several hours hurt, it wasn’t as bad as going by foot for days, and it was handy for conversation. “Okay, so most humans know me as a Trickster because of my ears and teeth, but it’s my eyes that probably give me away the most.” I look at his eyes again and wonder what he means. To me they were just a light brown color. They were nice, but not that unique. “I don’t get it. My eyes are brown.” I comment,

"WHOA!'' A collective gasped from the crowd. Heart shaped face. Angled, full black eyebrows and thick, long eyelashes. High, thin and pointed nose. Natural rosy cheeks. Velvety honey skin. And most importantly, her charmer asset, pair of amber eyes. Approximately less than a million of the world population possess such a rare color of eyes. It just happens, Care is one of the blessed few. She possesses a beauty unrivaled, too. How perfect can she be! People pushed and pulled against each other competing to give her their good graces. "Truly, diamond of the first water." Skylar complimented, taking her hand to kiss it. The gentleman is a Rivas, an heir to their mining and construction busines

Eyes or no, answer. He knocked once, entering at Kael's gruff "In." The door clicked shut behind him. One glance at the bed—Elian flushed and tucked against Kael's side—and Ryker's grip faltered. The tray wobbled, silver clattering as his eyes locked on Kael's face. No blindfold. Those infamous slits gleamed, unguarded, piercing like twin blood moons. Legends screamed: soul-trappers, curse-bearers. Ryker's knees buckled slightly, tray dipping toward the floor.

Here stood my source of joy and strength. His eyes, like two shimmering hazelnuts, gazed up at me with a deep, ancient wisdom. Their golden-brown rims and mossy green centers sparkled with a sense of wonder and curiosity. Flecks of brown, green, and gold danced across his eyes, glowing with a brightness that seemed to hold a secret truth. It always amazed me because neither his father nor I possessed such captivating hazel eyes. While his father’s eyes were a deep forest green, mine were pure obsidian with a hint of shimmer that his father often mistook for tears. Though Tristan inherited some features from me, like the shape of my face and lips, he bore little resemblance to his father, lea

Ricky asked. “Huh um no they are blue; you should get your eyes checked,” Jade said shaking her head. She wasn’t sure why the boy was so interested in her eyes. “No, they are gray Jade.” He challenged. “There’s only ever been one person with your eye color. You should be happy that you’re different.” “Whatever, I have to go,” Jade said rolling her eyes. She was hoping her Aunt was already waiting for her. “Should we tell her about the legends?” Stephan whispered to Ricky.

Grey eyes. Veined hands. A dangerous smirk. And the worst part? I don’t feel guilty at all.

My cheeks burned, but I kept my chin up, defiant. He snorted, eyeing me suspiciously. "Middle of what? Sleeping in? Girl, you've got more talent in your pinky than most shops have in their whole crew. Ezra's impressed—says you're the only one he trusts with his custom jobs. Now hustle. Shower quick, or I'll drag you out as is."