Novel & Cerita Welcome Home Eyes

One by one, all sets of eyes that were there came to land on us. The one I waited for was Wallace's though. It was freaky black eyes to look at you and know they were looking at you. No emotions or feelings are seen through the eyes, but on the facial features you can. His eyebrows raised , and then he sneered and from the hood of his eyelids and the tilt down of his head I knew he was looking at mine and Adrian's joined hands. " Vee " he whispered , as he did, two more people pushed through the crowd and there stood my parents. My dad's eyes went wide , at least I could see his eyes properly. My mum was scowling , her head going from one end of the tribe we brought to the other. " What is t

And here is a smiling boy made of the same stuff as me, in a warm bright city full of my own kind, holding the door of it open, and every instinct I own is screaming that the kindest voice I have ever heard belongs to the most dangerous thing I have ever walked toward. “Forgive me,” the young man says, and he steps aside, and gestures us forward, up the dock, into the blue-white light and the terraces and the windows full of the people I came to save and did not know were already here. “I’m forgetting my manners. You’ve been falling for a long time and you must be so tired of being afraid.” He smiles, and it reaches his eyes, and that is the worst part, that it reaches his eyes. “Welcome hom

I didn't quite understand that a few hours ago we didn't really know each other and I thought he was a freak. And how the hell can a human have eyes like that. And his looks, they bored into me and left a nice feeling in my heart. Jayden looked at his watch. It was really late, how quickly the time had passed. "How are you getting home now?" I couldn't stop smiling and shrugged my shoulders. “I rely on Dwayne! He never lets me down and always brings us home somehow!” Jayden glanced around the room, back into my eyes, back away, and then his gaze lingered on me... So heartfelt, warm, sparkling, loving, and sweet at the same time.

I looked into those crystal blue eyes that I loved so much and that is when I realised that something was off… There was something in his eyes which I couldn't wrap my fingers around. His eyes were cold and distant, they didn't have any warmth in them like it always does whenever he comes back home from a business trip. I was so happy to see Lucas that I didn't notice the slight change in his temperament.

And then I stood up, my throat still with the feeling of being plowed through by the flames. What caught my eye was a pair of hazel eyes with rays so clear that they could see through the eyes of the other person and read all the emotions in them, sucking their souls. But I was not surprised. In these eyes I felt a strange sense of familiarity and security. - Ria, did you sleep well? - The owner of the eyes said, the corners of his lips curved up very slightly. I don't know who he is, but I know I used to know him. I've known him for a long time.

Damon quizzes “Why not? It was my time to put my stamp on the world beyond my house and I wanted to be notice so for most of the time outside of home I had 2 different coloured eyes! And I thought it looked amazing!” I giggled “Your already have the most beautiful eyes” Damon said as he cupped my face to kiss me “I know it sounds dumb now but back then I thought it was cool, once my family died I couldn’t keep using them, the crying made them hurt my eyes!” My tone went to sadness and my eyes filled with tears

“Welcome home.” He took her hand, and his grip was firm, confident. “I’m not sure anywhere feels like home anymore after so much time away. But it’s good to be back, and even better to see familiar faces.” Up close, she could see the fine lines around his eyes, the mark of someone who’d spent time squinting at suns. There was a small scar above his left eyebrow that hadn’t been there before. Details that spoke of a life lived, experiences accumulated, a boy who’d gone out into the world and returned.

The crowd was dense, but I pushed through and made a beeline for the stairs. I drew nearer and the individual glanced up and met my gaze briefly before averting his eyes. I kept back a bit, waiting for them to take the first step. Another buzz. I did not even need to check my phone to know who it was. "Close enough?" I smiled and shoved my hands into my jacket pockets and leaned in somewhat and spoke a bit softer. “You the one texting me?” He didn't say anything at first; he just sort of leaned in and displayed those incredible eyes, and I definitely saw the dark iris in his eye.

Then Kenny changed. Not completely. Not the dramatic Hollywood version I would have imagined if anyone had asked me to imagine it, which no one ever had because this wasn't something people imagined. It was subtler and more terrifying than that. His eyes changed first — deepening to something amber and luminous that had nothing to do with the warm brown I knew. His frame expanded slightly, shoulders broadening, presence intensifying until he filled the room in a way that had nothing to do with physical size. The air around him hummed.

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.