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He held a vicious glint and blood lust while hers, terror. Green against the grey. And just like that his eyes held hers and stared into her green eyes. He goes blank as he looked at the teen in his arm. Her teary eyes looked into his as if she had accepted her fate. His grey eyes widened slightly, clearly mesmerized by the beauty of her green orbs. His eyes make a quick assessment of her face. Tiny freckles scattered all over her nose and by its sides. Those small brown dots on her face looked clear as fresh tears kept constantly rolling down her face. Her cheeks flushed and red. She had a small pointy nose.

Some eyes are showing me knowing look, some are of curious,where as the blue eyes I am looking for are full of bewilderment, curiosity, happy, betrayal, anger, relief and another feeling that I can never understand in those orbs,I am totally confused as it is the first time I can't estimate the feeling in his eyes when I am looking only to his eyes, I am very good in knowing the emotions in those intense and captivating blue eyes,as those orbs are belonged to the person I loved more than myself. Betrayal?,anger? for what?did he find me,did he got to know that I am the person whose life made miserable by him. "Jass this is Mr. and Mrs. Alexander Beckmann" Xander introduced me and hugged the

shut up(rolling eyes emoji) I grabbed my towel from where it hung and easily got out of the baggy clothes I had been wearing, I wrap the towel around my body and enter into my bathroom, a warm bath later, I was sitting in front of my mirror trying to tame my hair when my phone rings I grab it and it's an unknown number. As expected. I didn't usually get calls; I just had four phone numbers on my phone; Mom, TB, Beck, and the front desk at the Public library in Hamilton. Nonetheless, I pick up the phone and the caller didn't speak for about ten minutes then the call ended. I looked out of all my windows to make sure I wasn't being watched when the same number started calling again. this time

6ft with long black hair and dark brown eyes, laughing she returned the hug from the corner of her eyes she saw her father watching them with a teary smile on his face, releasing her mom she turned to him and stepped into his open arms she was surrounded by the scent of tobacco and whisky that always clings to his being, he looked older than the last time she saw him, his had lost some weight and his red hair more streaks of white in them than before, he has more freckles now and his grey eyes look tired, she hated seeing him look so vulnerable. "Is everything okay dad?" She whispered to him. "It is now. Welcome home short stuff" Her dad said running his hand in her hair, ruffling it. He alw

However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.

She whispered in my ear as our cheeks rubbed against each other. Tears of relief fell from my eyes and I buried my face into the crook of her neck. Various mink links started coming in from Violet, Daren, Jess, and Greg, welcoming me into the pack. My breath caught in my throat as the one voice I've been waiting my whole life to hear came through.

The blind lady took a step towards me, smiling. "Welcome back, my alpha." The blind lady said. Her eyes shone a gray with a golden rim. My eyes widened. "What the hell!!"

"No!" Skylar winced. His heart ached at the sight of her like that. He quickly said, "It's okay, it's okay. Simone, it's over now." Simone slowly returned to her senses. She looked around at the unfamiliar room. "Where are we?" "My home in Elvane. Somewhere absolutely safe." Skylar pulled the blanket up over her. "I promise no one will hurt you here." At his words, the color returned to her face. She looked puzzled as she asked, "Why did you show up in Avenport, Skylar? And why did you bring me to Elvane?"

The boy was born with the complete quality. I felt it immediately. The specific weight of him. The completion. The full picture. The survey that covered the full range. He did not have Vance eyes. He had Wolfe eyes. Adrian's eyes. Exactly. Without variation. The same eyes. A new face. But those eyes. Exactly. I held him. I looked at the eyes. "He has your eyes," I said. Adrian looked at the boy. At the eyes. At the familiar eyes in the new face.

His arm folds tighter around me as his warmth soothes my heart. When we're home maybe you can tell me more about you over dinner, nodding without thinking I agree. Quietly I whisper out it's not much to tell but I will tell you whatever your desire is to know. Blinking my eyes up to him I see his eyes searching mine as I search his. It's something familiar about his eyes something that draws me in and make me want to trust him. Gideon clears his throat and we break our eye contact just as we approach a Golden Gate with big bold letters that read “ Welcome” in big old letters. Seeing his house come into view my voice catches in my throat, it's humongous and way too much for just one person.