❝ The boy had eyes like a hurricane and a smile of warmth. She couldn't sleep for three days. He'd never talk, but when he did, the earth stopped moving. Galaxies were born. His voice was a constellation of stars she wouldn't mind staring at all night. ❞ In which a girl renders herself lucky to have attracted the eyes...
"Sierra, you go with Harry Styles." I raised up my head at the words, giving my teacher an incredulous glance. "Do I really have to?" Was the only thing I managed to say. The teacher gave me an annoyed look. "Did you not understand? You go with Harry Styles." I turned my head to look at him. At the mention of his name...
His eyes could ruin someone with a single look. Her smile could cure the loneliest heart. ☓ All Rights Reserved 2018
He was a tattoo artist by day, a painter by night. He possessed what is commonly known as an addictive personality. Perhaps inherited. He had always been like that. He liked to ink his body. He liked to coat his lungs in smoke. He craved adrenalin rushes. He certainly enjoyed hot cups of coffee. Oh, and his paintin...
He said he was too broken to love her like she deserves. But perhaps, it doesn't really matter. © stormborns, 2014.