Dominic Sherwood Eyes Mga Nobela at Kwento

But then he stops and the silence becomes even lethal as he looks at me like I’m a stranger who’s just insulted his soul. His eyes are colder than I’ve ever seen them, no warmth. The change is so sharp, so jarring that I quiver. My shoulders draw in, my spine straightens like my body senses the shift in energy and tries to prepare but there’s no preparing for Dominic when he’s like this. His eyes drag downward carefully, he doesn’t speak and his gaze doesn't falter. He just looks at my body. Like he’s stripping me open with his eyes and then he steps forward.

he whispered while she shivered in fear at the menance in his eyes and dark promise. Mr Dominic had never forgotten the 15 years old girl who never left his mind after he woke up in a hospital, a bang on his forehead from where she had hit him and a wound that needed stiches. He was going to make her pay, he was going to have her, tame her, take the fire and defiance in her eyes and break her. He couldn't imagine the irony when his son had brought her back to him. He knew there was something familiar about her brown eyes, those big wide eyes that stared at him in fright that night.

And in the center of the nightmare was Dominic. He was a whirlwind of fury, his powerful muscles coiled and released with devastating force. The chains that should have held him hung broken from the wall, swinging like gruesome pendulums. His eyes—oh, Moon God, his eyes—held no trace of the man I knew. They were the black, bottomless eyes of a mad beast, glazed with a mindless need to destroy. "Dominic!" I screamed his name, my voice barely a whisper over the noise.

I say sweetly, watching the cold, calculating look flash in her eyes before she replaces them with adoration. “Well, since we are best friends, it’s only fair I share your surprise!” Sheryl exclaims, letting go of me and moving to the still-open doors. “You can come in now!” She calls outside. I remind myself to breathe as she backs away, allowing Dominic to walk inside, his hair styled back with gel instead of parted to the side the way Liam usually has it. With the hairstyle changed and now knowing that Liam had plastic surgery to look like Dominic, I now noticed the differences between the two brothers and tried to keep myself from smirking.

He paced the room like a caged animal, dragging his hands through his hair, destroying the perfectly styled look he always maintained. I took a slow breath, trying to find the courage to speak. "Did you… did you already get a DNA test?" I asked carefully, my voice coming out quieter than I intended. Dominic spun toward me so fast I stepped back again. His eyes were wild, almost unrecognizable. "DNA?" He laughed, but there was no humor in it—only bitterness. "Those EYES are more than any DNA, Vivian. Those damn Kensington BLUE eyes. Unmistakable. Undeniable."

I wanted to see the expression on his face. "Turn me around." I practically begged. Dominic wasted no time in pulling out and flipping me around onto my back, almost excitedly. He reached forward and grabbed a pillow to place underneath my head and I gave him a thankful smile. Why the fuck was he so nice? "Holy fucking shit." I gasped out when he entered me again. It felt deeper - more intense and the eye contact made it even more overpowering. His pink lips were parted and his eyes were low as he stared down at me.

It seems like Dominic has come as a blessing to my life, he has given me those things which I didn't even think about in my dreams. As my eyes scanned the hall, they came to rest on Dominic, who was staring at me without blinking. As I blinked twice to clear my vision, I noticed that there were little tears in his eyes. Looking at him, it was clear that he found me attractive and enticing. In his eyes, there was nothing but pure love. He appeared to be nervous. He is very good at hiding his emotions, but he was unable to do so right now. Everyone in attendance at our wedding could clearly see the joy in his eyes.

’s T-shirts that she’d stolen from the laundry because it smelled like cedar and she was too tired to pretend that didn’t matter.She found the study door open. The lamp was on. Dominic was at his desk, and he was holding something a photograph, small, creased, the kind you carry in a wallet for years until the edges go soft.He didn’t hear her. Or maybe he did and didn’t turn around. Either way, she saw the photo before he could hide it.A woman. Dark hair. Olive skin. High cheekbones and a wide, generous mouth. Beautiful in the way that certain women are beautiful not perfect, but alive, every feature sharp with intelligence and warmth.And her eyes.Sophia’s breath caught.The woman in the phot

Her brown eyes with long lashes which she covered sometimes with glasses. And atlast her lips. Her lips was not that much thick but they weren't thin also. Her lips were glistening red with natural tint. Dominic's eyes sparkling looking at her face which was simple but yet the most precious thing he had ever seen. When she was blowing air , Dominic was feeling a urge inside him to feel her lips with his. He was mentally battling inside to shook these thought away. Savannah was feeling his stare at her but she choose to ignore him.

It made me worried. From the corner of my eyes, I saw how Dominic stole short glances at me. And when I caught him, he would smile sweetly with those strange emotions swimming in his soft, hazel eyes. I wanted to ask. I wanted to know if he saw anything in his coma that could help end this. But if something did, I knew Dominic would tell me.