Valerie glanced around the dimly lit ballroom. Two hundred candles are lit, all having a plain wax smell. The room in empty besides a large wooden table in the middle of the large room with twelve silver chairs surrounding it. Valerie's stiff, platinum blonde hair just falls over her shoulders. She's wearing a tight, black leather dress that uncomfortably hugs her skin. Suddenly a man with untidy, slick, black hair and crimson red eyes is standing in front of her. "They haven't changed yet," he said, staring straight into her brown eyes. They are light brown with a tinge of red glowing in them. "I know master, but they are starting to," Valerie says, defensively. She shifts her weight to her right foot, and has her hands clasped together behind her back. She tightens her grip on her hands, and they turn white. "They probably won't fully change color till I'm eighteen. Children are not supposed to chose the light or the dark till they come of that age,” she completes. “Yes, I am well aware of that, my sweet,” he said looking down on her. “You keep using that, yet you c...
"Where he should have had a face, there was nothing but dark gray. Where he should have had eyes, there was nothing but a darker colder-looking color. He grabbed my leg and started pulling me down."
" AHA FOUND IT " she walks over to me and shows me the page she was looking at. It 's a page about eye colors and their spiritual meaning but nothing about black eyes with blue pupils. I sigh and I hand it back to her, I grab my cloak and I put my hood back on.
“I have no idea what that’s about. You’re the one who keeps prodding and poking me, filling me with your elixirs, so you tell me what’s up?” It was a pathetic attempt to throw things back on her, but it seemed to work.
“Red. Well, technically, first they were brown and then they turned red when I became an aspect, but you only knew me when I had red eyes.”
“When she what?” Rukia lowered her voice held Toushiro’s head close to her chest. His arms circled her waist.
"You like it, eh?" Her father bestowed on her his secret smile. In truth it was more of a smirk. Right lip raised slightly to expose an endearing dimple beneath his moustache, his cupid's bow lips pursed so it looked like he was pouting. "I forget you are fierce, like she was."
“I had no knowledge of this. I just met him at the club down the road. We decided to go for a ride. I’ve known him for no more than an hour!” She explained as the eyes turned on her.
In this unit we had been reading the book ‘The Thirty-Nine Steps’ writen by John Buchan, till now we had read from chapter one ‘The man who died’ to chapter six ‘The bald writter’; in this chapers Richard Hannay, the principal character, is the one that tells us the story, that means that the story is writen in first person. He tell us about the very interesting story of Franklin P. Scudder, at the beginning, but then he was murdered and Hannay thought he was obligated to continue investigating about Scudder’s story and find an answer, but it is not that easy, because ‘his enemies’, that first was Scudder’s enemies, ‘chase him night and day through the hills of Scotland’. The story of this book is taking place in london and Scotland. I choose these essay to be an opinion essay where I’m going to, obviosly, give my opinion of the chapters we had read till now.
“She’s the one that’s rude the stingy thing” she replied, her voice getting louder and louder.
Blake nodded and walked away, shaking his head when all of a sudden, his body slammed against someone. He muttered something under his breath and was about to yell his head off when he came across a pair of familiar, glaring brown eyes.
"I then, but I can also tell him you escape his compulsion and I had to get rid of you."
She glances at Lena who has set her purse down and removed her coat to reveal a form fitting black dress that falls just above her knees. She smooths out the fabric as Kara approaches her. Kara plants a soft kiss on her lips before pulling back with a smile.
“Ah, Tess this might sound a little creepy but there’s this girl with bright red hair two tables away from us on the right hand side whose been staring right at you for the past five minutes” she says warily.