What Do You Wish For With Those Murky Eyes 소설 & 이야기

His eyes darted to the scar and I noticed his shoulders drop in defeat, his expression holding weakness. “Look at me,” I grabbed his jaw and forced him to look directly at my face rather than the scar. "What's your wish?" Our eyes remained pinned on each other's. He still didn't say a word, and it felt as though the silence was mocking our failed chemistry. “Your destruction, Mi Amor. Your destruction is my wish,”

Her purple eyes slowly opened to see only a blurry indistinct silhouette, inspiring her fear. ["Hush; You don't deserve to Die"] •••

His voice bubbled like this was the moment he had been waiting for. Louis and John dragged the table closer to me. “Make a wish.” They said. “Anything you want,” Louis added. I paused, I had no idea what to wish for. But when I closed my eyes and brought my lips close to the candle, the wish echoed in my head. I wish I don’t make choices I would regret. Opening my eyes I blew out the candles, Louis cheered like we had won something. While John just Smiled. Then came the cutting, the eating, and the talking.

I wanted to look to my left and find Victor. I wanted my dada back and everything I had lost to come back to me. For one selfish moment, I wished the universe would stop taking things from me and give something back. “I wish wishes actually came true,” I muttered. The moment the words left my mouth, something changed. My blood began moving faster. I opened my eyes. The familiar fire started beneath my skin. I slowly sat upright… this is it… maybe my wishes will be full filled this time around. “Oh, come on.”

"Your eyes reveal everything about you. You can kill and destroy. You've got that gift in you that not everyone has and it's called courage. Your bravery will always do you good, but that spark of love will always destroy" "Were you an astrologer before", I laughed. He simply managed to make me laugh. "No, but I do know about the world, and it's people. Now I got an offer for you if you want to that is". "And what's that?". "Become my partner in the weaponry business, and I'll provide you with everything. Even destroy the man who killed your father. You don't even have to do anything. Just stay and learn". "Why?" I asked. Why would he want to help me?

Earth is also my kingdom - I won't let that monster have his way. Just as i am protecting the fallen angels,I will also protect humans.. Many thoughts ran through my head as I lay on my bed.. I wish Jeffrey wasn't a monster.. I wish I didn't have to leave my family.. I wish Jeffrey can just amend his ways and tell me that he loves me.. I wish things were different.. Pheew!! I'm tired of thinking, some wishes are meant never to come true.. I closed my eyes and forced myself to sleep.. Just then I saw grandpa - he was clothed In a white garment..

All I wanted now is a good peaceful sleep that would make me forget everything for some time. "Wishing Murder to not be a crime so that we can kill the living devils in the name of billionaires!!!" ~ Esha Varnav ~

And for a moment it felt as if everything had stopped and the fire was no more seen, I couldn't feel the fire starting to eat up Andrea's body but I didn't turn as I got lost in Anna's eyes. "I just wished we had more time. I wish things didn't have to end like this. I wish we went on dates, and movies. I wished we didn't argue much and spent more time making happy memories. I wish we had the chance to watch Casey grow and maybe raise her up together. Because I love you so much Anna and right now I just want you to look at me and nowhere else. Forget about all these and stare into my eyes''

My eyes, twin pools of hope, sought his. A smile graced his lips, a tender curve that held a thousand unspoken words. He shook his head, a gentle denial that sent ripples through the stillness. "I wish I could," he murmured, a cryptic melody that left more questions than answers. Was I unworthy? Had the bond of mates been forgotten by him?

I would have to take the blame anyhow. He had probably already forgotten everything else between us anyway. My colleagues were still whispering and murmuring among themselves. "This is a low-alcohol beer, though. It's less than 5% alcohol. Is it possible for her to even get that drunk?" "That's right! Say, you don't think that she's just pretending to be drunk, do you?" "Who knows? Maybe she's just trying to get us to pity her. What a scheming person she is…"