What Do You Wish For With Those Murky Eyes Novels & Stories

Those blue eyes were ocean-strong, swimming with warm sun-lit currents. "Your eyes tell tales of the hope that blossoms in your rib cage even though one glance of those blue eyes speak of a lifetime of struggle that had never been put into words. You're hopeful, and that's beautiful." "I'm hopeful that we get to make out more after I am done seeing your painting and coddling it and cuddling you here," He said, grinning at me. "Is my hope in the right place?" I smirked. "Maybe, if you stay still."

The notes with the waves made for incomparable music. I leaned my head back in the crook of his neck and gazed dreamily up at the sky now that the umbrella had been folded down. Alejandro turned his face so that his lips could brush across my cheek in a soft kiss and then he too glanced skyward. "Make a wish," I murmured. "I have a wish. Now make yours." I took a deep breath and held it for a long second. Then I closed my eyes and make a wish. A sadness crept in and took hold because I knew that some wishes couldn't came true.

There was a possessiveness in his eyes, as if he feared that everything would vanish along with the starlight, and that Leanor would disappear once again. After Leanor made her wish, she opened her eyes and glanced at Rufus, her curiosity evident in her voice as she asked, "Why didn't you make a wish?" Rufus turned away, his demeanor calm and detached as he replied, "I have nothing to wish for..." Leanor let out a sigh, expressing her envy. She looked up at the sky and spoke earnestly, "I just made a wish, hoping to avoid any reckless actions that could lead me to bankruptcy."

Murder glinted in his eyes. And for the first time in my life, I wished I’d kept my mouth shut.

Her eyes flickered, darting toward the end of the stairs. Panicking. Not because she was close to me. Not because of where my hands were. But because she didn’t want anyone to see us. Tch. Always worried about the wrong things. “Tell me,” I murmured. Her fingers curled into my shirt. “Um…I just wanted to…” She dragged her words, her voice getting softer, breathier. “All the wishes I made and blew on dandelions came true…So..” Wish. How naive. How stupid.

I confide in him. My gaze lingers, highlighting his 5 o'clock stubble that travels up his throat, spreading across his chiselled jawline. "We can assist one another; tell me your greatest desire and I'll see if I can act as your favourable genie and grant you your wish." He speaks in a serious tone, but his eyes sparkle with amusement. "What is my greatest desire?" I murmur as I avert my gaze from his. My greatest wish is to make Trent pay for all the nightmares he has inflicted on others with his life. I desire that he suffer. I want my hazel green eyes to be the final set he gazes into before the light in his eyes is lost forever.

I asked again, rather than speaking all she had given me as a response, as a role of her eyes in their sockets. “Fine, a glamorous date, an expensive ride, anything you want tonight, I'll give, but the wishes, what is it that you want?” I asked, A mysterious glint appeared in her eyes, brightening up her countenance, this was the real deal, this second wish of hers. “Go on,” I urged on, suddenly antsy. “I'm not certain, I'll let you know what the wish is after tonight's date.” She responded, of course, she knew what she wanted. The look in her eyes definitely explained that, and now I've never felt as anxious or determined to make a statement out of today's date.

"Let's meet again in the future, say ten to twelve years from now, I see us meeting then. When we meet, we will see how great we have both made ourselves and the weaker one gets to grant the winner three wishes. It's a challenge, be great before the time expires, or grant three wishes you can't afford. You in?" I forced my eyes open, all the pain I was feeling had stopped. I couldn't see her face, only her violet and cornflower blues shining like a mini torch. Her eyes permanently encrypted in my mind, the big round violet orb whirling like a pool with cornflower blue shading and faint brownish gold highlights. "Your eyes…?" "Oh, sorry," she closed her eyes, "I was born with it, love your ey

All too well. When his footsteps start to fade, I shut my eyes and mumble a dirty wish in my heart. ‘I want him, again…’

"My wish yesterday came true." "What wish?" "I wished that when I woke up, the first person I saw was you. I didn't expect it to really come true." "There is no need to make a wish for such a small thing." "Small things should be done. There are not many wishes I can make." Natalie didn't know what to think of, her crystal bright eyes were dark for a few minutes. Her face was a little pale, only her eyes were particularly bright. When her eyes darkened, it made people feel that a flower was instantly defeated.