Void Eyes Romane & Geschichten

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.

He made it seem like I could easily rip Sylvia into pieces with just my sight. I only realized I had tears streaking down my face when I felt Marcus' hand on my cheek. "Don't cry, honey. I'm sorry. Please listen to me, okay? It's not what you think…" Marcus kept wiping my tears away in a fit of panic, but he could never stem my tears no matter how much he wiped. In the end, he just pulled me into his arms and began comforting me in soft tones. At the same time, he prevented me from looking at Sylvia.

Nora remembered Alexander was always captivated by her legs As she slipped into the dress, she loved how it highlighted her figure, enhancing her confidence. The way it hugged her curves made her feel powerful, and ready to face any situation. The dark hue brought out her eyes and complemented her skin tone perfectly. For her makeup, she decided on a bold yet classic look. She began with a flawless base, carefully blending her foundation to achieve a natural glow. Her eyes received attention next, and she opted for a smoky eye with a touch of shimmer, making her brown eyes pop. She lined her eyes delicately with black eyeliner, enhancing their shape.

A mystery indeed. Beautiful and mysteries eyes.

wait Is that hate in his eyes?

It wasn't the moon. ​It was a single pulsing eye.

session, he lets it fall over his forehead in a messy, dangerously attractive fringe. C. Eyes: Dark, molten obsidian. His gaze is his most lethal weapon. They are "bedroom eyes" that can turn into twin abysses of predatory focus in a heartbeat. When he looks at a woman, it feels like a physical touch; when he looks at an enemy, it feels like a death sentence.

All the Grey's eyes focused on him. ****🙄🙄****

GLASS CYAN EYES watched slender fingers turn the leaves of a book; once. Twice. Thrice. The cool blue orbs ceased their study of the phalanges and moved on to the slim soft arch that denoted the wrist, down the forearm, arm, the sheathed curve of the shoulder girdle, neck and then the facial muscles of their owner.