Welcome Home Eyes Mga Nobela at Kwento

He noticed a black sedan speeding past the bus at that moment. Juliette, who sat beside him, noticed what he was doing. She passed him a bottle of water while asking, "Are you feeling unwell?" Elijah withdrew his gaze from the window. Shaking his head, he declined the bottle of water, pushing it away. His expression was cold and detached, as if he were merely completing a task. And indeed, to him, that was what he was doing.

“Make sure Wesley and Nina are well ‘taken care of.’ Also, keep the media’s focus on Nina. Dig up all her past scandals and keep the heat on her.” Meanwhile, Tara was still on her flight. She loved sleeping on long trips, whether by car or plane. After admiring the sea of clouds outside the window, she dozed off. A soft yawn escaped her lips as she slowly opened her eyes, still groggy. Something dangled in front of her face, gently swaying. Blinking a few times, her vision focused on the object: her watch. Startled, she snapped to full alertness. Following the hand holding the watch, she locked eyes with a pair of deep, sapphire-blue irises.

I smiled and took out my phone to check for flights home. In the end, I returned home on Christmas Eve. Tears instantly filled my stepfather's eyes when he saw me, and it was as though he hadn't seen me in years, as he pulled me into a tight hug. Oddly enough, the past three months apart seemed to have brought us much closer together. At the end of the day, he was still the only family I had left in this world, and we talked late into the night.

she said into his shoulder. “Hi,” he said into her hair. She pulled back. Looked at his face. At the Cape Town light she couldn’t see but that he’d described, sharper, decisive, knowing what it was doing. She looked at him. At the person she loved. Who had gone and come back. Who had watched his mother stand up for his father. Who had said home without qualification. “Welcome back,” she said softly. He looked at her. The real smile. “Good to be back,” he said.

How could he possibly stomach such humiliation? When that glaring exclamation mark appeared on his phone, the emotions he had suppressed for so long finally exploded. Blinded by reckless fury, he could no longer remember what he had said. Then, there was Yuliana. She had appeared before him with ocean-blue eyes so clear that they seemed to hold the sea itself. Perhaps it was her steady, unflinching gaze that reached into his cold, hollow heart and gave him the courage to burn every bridge behind him. He grabbed her wrist and announced to the stunned guests below, "This woman is my bride."

She was gasping in excitement as her eyes swirled and changed color to a dark shade of gray, giving us a view of her wolf’s eyes. "Hunter! My wolf’s name is Arrow!" Her voice was so excited and I reveled in the beautiful gray eyes that were beaming at us. Fuck! She and Arrow looked too adorable when they were this excited. My cheeks were hurting again from the wide smile I had on my face. I cupped her cheeks, my wolf's eyes boring deep into hers. "Hello there, Arrow! I can't wait to see you!" I brushed my thumbs over her skin as we got lost in the moment, just letting our wolves stare at each other.

"Ssh... I know how it feels. But you need to remember her with good. You have to remember the happy memories only and let go of the bad ones. Come on, take the bad feelings in hand and throw them in the water." Abigail takes a deep breath, then looks me straight in the eyes. She's at least a head shorter than me and right now I feel her so tiny in my hands. "Thank you, James." She only whispers and I see the agony in her eyes. The irony is she has two blue oceans on her face and they're full of the pain her mother was telling her to throw in the ocean. I stare into her eyes and bow down. An urgent feeling to kiss her gets over me. And I swear, for a moment I think she stands on her tiptoes.

Joy was painted on her glowing amber eyes. "Good day to see you, lovelies! Come in, come in!" She greeted them in high spirits. They responded through small smiles. At that time, their eyes glistening with tears never bothered her. She was unfailingly fixated on the duffel bags they carried which contained weekly supplies and a dozen presents. "Whoa! I love it! Aweee-some!" She squealed upon unwrapping the gift wrap and discovering the Barbie doll inside. Later on, she would exclaim, "YUM-YUM!"