Yu Gi Oh Galaxy Eyes Mga Nobela at Kwento

Everyone else is calm and collected as if nothing out of the ordinary is going on. I glance back over at the crying infant, her little eyes filled with tears that roll down her fawn-coloured cheeks. It’s the first time I’ve seen her eyes, and I can’t help but feel surprised as I take in their appearance. They’re intense, like pools of lava formed by a dazzling gold around the pupil that bleeds into a vibrant crimson red. As a Goddess, I had expected her to be born with silver eyes like the other Gods, but instead, they are the perfect mix of her mother’s golden eyes and the blood red that once signified Oshmin’s curse.

I scooted closer, the tip of our noses slightly brushing against each other and I reached out to touch her cheek, stroking it tenderly. "Open your eyes, ma cherie," I said to her softly. "Open your eyes and look at me." She fluttered them open and still, her once light blue eyes were still coated with electric blue with a hint of stormy gray. I'll never get used to their lethal beauty, and yet, gazing upon it had me drowning like a man who didn't know how to swim. That specific eye color was a part of her inheritance, a badge that she was the descendant of a legendary Galerian.

Aaliyah let out a soft sigh and I think if she had more energy, she would have rolled her eyes. “My beast,” she cooed and instantly Cahya rushed to her side, damn this girl knows what she is doing. “They are only teasing you, love,” she sighs, although he doesn’t look convinced I can see him hungrily devouring her as she lies there. I advert my gaze to the little angel, seeing her unique eyes look up at me. Up close, I can make them out so much clearer. They’re a deep royal blue with a dark almost black, brown surrounding the pupil and iris framing the colour so it draws you in, then thick long lashes already surrounded her eyes. This one is going to be a heartbreaker, I can tell.

My mind is so ruined now and I keep on getting confused but another thing got me lose my mind. My sanity, to be exact. I felt like closing my eyes to cherish this moment. This moment that Cosmos' lips brushing through mine. His lips are so soft that feels like I'm in cloud nine now but when I opened my eyes, I saw the pair of eyes that I will trade my life to see it again and again. Galaxy eyes. That's what I saw. I saw a whole galaxy shining in his eyes. Is this all real? Am I dreaming? He keeps on brushing his lips through mine that it feels like it has it's own rhythm that I'm loving now.

I nodded. "Your wish is my command, my Queen. I'll take my blindfold now," I warned everybody else, and touched the knot Sohan made before then began to unmake it. Folding it and putting it on my lap, I blinked, getting used to the light again. I heard lots of gasps, probably because most people here have never seen my eyes, they must be mesmerized.

Leonardo inquired. "What?" "Describe your face, your body, your hair, everything about you." "Why, sir?" "Angela, I'm blind, but I still have a vivid imagination. When we talk, I want to see your face in my head. " Angela smiled. "OK, I have bulging eyes, a funnel nose, curly hair, I'm fat, I have puffy lips; in short, I have an ugly face," Angela said proudly. "OK, you can go now."

After my eyes were plucked out, I lay on the operating table with two empty sockets on my face, resembling that of a broken doll. Samuel Sterling felt no guilt. He picked up my eyes to examine them and praised them, saying, "Daeleen was right. These really are a beautiful pair of eyes! I promised you, Daeleen. I will make all your wishes come true." As the anesthesia's effect slowly wore off, I could not help but cry out in pain. Samuel finally turned his attention to me as if blaming me for interrupting his memories of Daeleen.

Mdm. Meredith's expression contorted even more after hearing my retort. She snatched a blade from a nearby bodyguard and plunged it in my direction. "I'll kill you, you filthy woman!" Thankfully, the police came just in time and saved me from Mdm. Meredith's upcoming attack. After Mdm. Meredith got pinned on the ground, she shrieked at the top of her lungs, "Don't touch me with your filthy hands! Do you have any idea who I am? You can't touch a hair on the Lamberts' heads!"

"Last night—" "It was real," he said simply. "Whatever else happens. It was real." I felt those words settle somewhere important. My phone buzzed again from my jacket pocket. The fourteenth message becoming the fifteenth. I thought about the document. Visibility index: ninety-four out of a hundred. The current yield is three hundred and forty units weekly. Recommended continued investment. I thought about Kenny's hands gripping me like a shield against something coming. About Zara's face when she'd said Dain's name. About the pack meeting and the cold efficiency of forty supernatural beings managing their position in a hierarchy built entirely on being watched.

His eyes, those violent-blue eyes, were locked on Maxwell with an intensity that made my chest tight. " Mommy." His voice was small and curious. "Why does he have my eyes?" My heart was pounding so fast. "Sweetheart, let's get you back to bed..." "No." Gio took a step forward, his head tilting in the way he did when solving puzzles. "Look Mommy. He has exactly my eyes." He took another step. "Lily at school says everyone gets their daddy's eyes." The air left my lungs. "Gio..." But he was already moving, crossing the living room, stopping directly in front of Maxwell.