Novel & Cerita Welcome Home Eyes

I think I'm going to stay for just two days at this school. I was about riding off when my eye caught a passenger in the front of the bus. the only passenger there actually. Her head was leaned on the window and her eyes were closed but I could tell she wasn't sleeping cause she kept smiling and scrunching her nose and I could have sworn I saw her pout her lips for a split second. As if she had just kissed somebody. It's like she's day dreaming and In that moment She looked so peaceful like nothing could harm her.

"Hello, this is Mercy Hospital calling. Are you a family member of Sylvia Wells? She insists on going through an abortion, so we need you to sign the papers." The car immediately screeched to a halt. I lurched forward thanks to the momentum, leading to me banging my head against the dashboard. All I could feel was dizziness.

His eyes shimmered, and before I could fully process it, tears began to spill down his cheeks, trailing silently as he let out a shaky breath. "Hm, yeah. Welcome back."

the lady replied smoothly. From the corner of her eye, Emma saw Mrs. King smiling warmly at Martha, while Mr. King remained entirely focused on his phone. Deeply relieved that the master of the house wasn't paying attention to her yet, Emma took the opportunity to assess the lady's appearance. The woman was stunning. She appeared to be in her late forties, yet the flawless smoothness of her complexion and the sheer elegance of her luxury clothing gave her the appearance of being effortlessly, timelessly beautiful. Her eyes were honey-coated—easily the most stunning hazel eyes Emma had ever seen.

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.

RED'S POV The orderly appeared out of nowhere, saving me from chatting with this woman. I'm not willing to talk about my new relationship yet, especially in this place, because they knew Eric so well. "Ma'am, you're room is ready. I'll be taking you there," said the orderly, rotating the wheelchair he brought for the lady's easier access. "I don't need that," she said, moving her eyes from me to the orderly, then back to me. I just observed her. She had no makeup, but her beauty still shone out. Her fair and ruddy complexion added to her almost perfect features, especially her beautiful eyes.

Chapter 88 Welcome Home As Earth gradually came into view, our attention was diverted to a chaotic commotion unfolding on the far side of our moon. Swarms of small ships were bursting into warp drive, frantically fleeing, in response to our return. We observed the mayhem with a mix of curiosity and amusement. Just then, our secret connection within Earth's Military hailed us, his face beaming with a warm smile. "Welcome home, Beast!" he exclaimed. "I see you've brought some friends." His eyes twinkled with delight, hinting at a deeper understanding and shared purpose.

And just like how I feel a long time ago. I felt those eyes lock me in it, so I cannot even move myself. It has been so long, I cannot see the face of home Those Eyes belong to..., for the face is covered in darkness. I am surrounded by darkness, and somehow I feel safer. I do not feel scared at all it's almost as if those pair of eyes make me feel comfortable. Beautiful lady in some hallway, she is staring at the window her expression looks a bit sad. Strange !!! We both have the same eyes plus she has red long hair with a warm light body complexion. She looks at me and give me a small but genuine smile and then approaches me. She holds out her hand ;

Nervousness. He has never look at me like that before. I mean, he has always hated me, but I have never seen it this much in his eyes before. His brothers’ eyes almost say the same, and I can interpret it. I’ve never read eyes before but now I can, and their eyes say, “Welcome home, Elena.” God, they are going to kill me. It’s all that rings in my head right now. My eyes sway away from Ryan’s, I don’t know how, but then it lands on Tyson’s. I haven’t told you their surnames yet. It’s ‘French' and the fierceness from their surname sticks with them too.

I whispered again, my voice growing steady and louder. She looked over her shoulders and her gaze fell upon me. Her eyes were warm, soft brown as ever. Mama had the most welcoming eyes I’d ever seen. She takes one good look at me and I feel every raging storm halting. Her eyes were ethereal, unreal, you would say. They willwd so much power — one that cures every sadness by just looking deeply into them. And yet, something was off. Her smile didn’t reach her eyes anymore, her grin spreading less across her face, hiding her once exposed dentition. “Child,” she said, voice full of both relief and sorrow. “You look so tired.”