Novel & Cerita Dominic Sherwood Eyes

For three years, if anyone asked me who the most handsome man alive was, my answer would always be Dominic. Suddenly, the team took a shot and scored, sending the crowd into a frenzy. I waved my sign high as the players skated around the rink, smiling and waving back at their fans. Dominic's blue eyes found mine for a second, but then his gaze slid past me. He looked toward the other section of the front row, locking eyes with Amber. Amber was a redhead with striking green eyes and a perfect figure that I had envied since high school. The rumors were that Dominic had dated her briefly, breaking things off just days before he asked me out. Dominic stared at her, a boyish smile spreading acros

As I got ready to take my third step, my legs felt weak and gave from underneath me. I feel strong hands grab my arms and then lift me bridal style. “You shouldn’t be out of bed, you haven’t had time to recover.” I looked up at the person, despite not being able to see in the woods, the familiar gold eyes stared back at me. I take in his features and he has short dark brown to red hair styled messily and an impassive expression, other than the slight worry I can see. I start to realize that looking at him this close up he kind of looks like a masculine version of myself.

Then Kenny changed. Not completely. Not the dramatic Hollywood version I would have imagined if anyone had asked me to imagine it, which no one ever had because this wasn't something people imagined. It was subtler and more terrifying than that. His eyes changed first — deepening to something amber and luminous that had nothing to do with the warm brown I knew. His frame expanded slightly, shoulders broadening, presence intensifying until he filled the room in a way that had nothing to do with physical size. The air around him hummed.

"Oh, God, what have we done?" I heard him move closer, felt him kneel beside me. Slowly, I forced my eyes open, squinting against the light. Dominic's handsome face swam into view, and for a moment, I thought I was hallucinating again. He looked genuinely horrified. His green eyes were wide with shock, his perfect features twisted with something that looked like anguish.

He crossed to Maria with the efficiency of someone completing a task that had been waiting for this moment, and she passed from Vito's grip to his without resistance. And then Vito turned. He reached up and removed the dark glasses. His eyes were the color I'd glimpsed in fragments and never quite let myself believe—dark, sharp, alive in a way that had nothing to do with performance or pretense. They found me immediately. Directly. With the particular focus of someone who had been watching carefully for a very long time and was done pretending otherwise. He can see me.

She nodded furiously and quickly shut her eyes. Her eyes were tightly shut. After some minutes, unknown to her she slept off. Dominic opens his eyes gradually. He gazed at the girl on the bed, different emotions passed through his eyes, but he shut his eyes and shook his head to clear his thoughts. He stood up from the chair, and Simon appeared from the wall. "Watch over her," Dominic instructed. He walked past Simon and exited through the door. Unknown to both of them, Alexandra was having another nightmare.

Her scream echoed through the room, shrill and panicked. "Aaah!" But as soon as she spotted someone behind me, her expression morphed in an instant. Her eyes grew red-rimmed, tears welling up like a tragic heroine. "Emily, I know you despise me, but my child… my child is a life too!" I felt a strong hand seize my wrist, and I turned to find Tristan staring at me, his gaze glacial. "That's enough," he said coldly. "Emily, I asked you to come here for a civil conversation. How could you attack Faye like this?"

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.

The sirens bled into the night, loud enough to rattle the broken windows. Red and blue lights washed over the shattered living room, painting the blood on the floor in grotesque colours. I held Eliana tight against my chest, rocking her like she was still a baby. She wasn’t crying anymore, just silent, clinging to me with a strength that broke my heart. Dominic stood a few feet away, a giant in the wreckage, his gun lowered but still in his hand. His face was carved from stone, unreadable. Only his eyes gave him away—cold, sharp, hunting shadows even when the danger was gone.

Nova The moment my hand touched Dominic’s bare chest, it was as if an electric current surged through me. Time and space seemed to stretch in that instant, leaving only Dominic and me standing there. I was unable to breathe, unable to think. My lungs stopped working as I looked up into those amber eyes. This close, I could see every tiny fleck of gold floating through his irises, like little universes winking in and out of existence. His eyes were beautiful, but there was something else there, too…