Dominic Sherwood Eyes Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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.

I lifted my head to look at him and my eyes widened when it landed on his face. His eyes... His green eyes... green like an emerald. I gasped when realization dawned upon me. "Finally, I was able to connect with you." He said while looking straight at me, his voice was echoing in this dark void. My lips parted with shock. My mind can’t seem to process what the heck is going on. I can’t move any part of my body. I feel like I’m frozen like a statue, even my eyes were locked on his. What am I exactly seeing right now?

"Dominic! Dominic! Dominic! Dominic!" Dominic appeared from a narrow passage, and stopped at the sight in front of him. "What in the world?" "Dominic! Dominic! Dominic!" She continued stomping and chanting, unaware that Dominic was now in the room. He walked over to her and shook her by the shoulders. "Are you out of your mind?" He shouted at her. Isabella opened her eyes and tried to catch her breath. "Oh you here, finally." She put her hands on her hips.

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…

I enjoyed it all more than I could admit it and I was somehow, a lot, even, disappointed that I couldn't get that pink-headed big monster of his and I knew he wanted it too, he wouldn't say it but I could see it in his eyes. Dominic had barely just brought a new pair of clothes from his desk's drawer and changed into that black pants and plain black long-sleeve dress shirt that hugged his taut, burly chest and shoulders perfectly before topping it with a long black coat which gave him the killer yet hot look of the devil himself until he slid those Cristal clear with gold temples on, accentuating his high cheek bone and his sharp blade jaw line that I could swear would cut through anything.

He whispered the last part, so they couldn't hear but I know they did because werewolves can hear really good. I glanced over at Xander. I could tell he was mad, I pleaded to him with my eyes and he broke eye contact with me before he answered Dominic. "You gotta ride here buddy, are you Hungry?." He asked Dom. I was shocked that he was Actually being nice, Though part of me wondered how he couldn't recognize his own son?. Dominic looks just like Xander. Brown hair, Silver eyes. How can he not see it?. Dominic pulled on my shirt and I looked down at him. And he pulled his lips to my ear.

Usually when customers come in that late I fantasize about doing very nasty things to them, but he smiled at me with those full Mediterranean lips, and I melted. Handsome doesn’t do Dominic justice. Handsome is for movie stars and catalog models. Dominic isn’t handsome. He’s perfect. His eyes are dark and hooded with secrets I know I will never fathom. His brows are thick and can rise in censure, or fall in disapproval and send my stomach tumbling. His mouth is kissable, his cheekbones high and hard. Dominic is chiseled and unyielding in appearance and nature alike.