Dominic Sherwood Eyes Mga Nobela at Kwento

I turned off the shower but I still couldn't get his scent off me. Wrapping myself in a robe, I went to my closet to pick an outfit for my interview tomorrow. I didn't want to be late. I needed this job. I ended up chosing a deep blue straight gown and a pair of red heels. I laid in bed and wrapped myself in blankets trying to sleep but I couldn't. Everytime I closed my eyes I was met the same set gold eyes. Haunting me and pulling me away from sleep. By the time it was 6am in the morning, I had gotten little to no sleep and my eyes were dull.

He gripped her instantly, nails digging deep into her skin as if she were his only anchor in a world that had suddenly dissolved into gray. “Shadows,” he hissed. “Why can I only see a gray shadow?” He whipped his head toward the window, pupils contracting with agonizing slowness. “Everything is blurred. Like looking through frosted glass.” His voice cracked. “Avery, I can't see your face.” Avery covered his shaking knuckles with her palm. “And your left eye?” “Worse. Only light. Like being trapped in white fog.” Dominic released her abruptly and tried to stand. Frustrated by his fractured sense of space, he lurched, his body swaying dangerously. Avery reached out to steady him, but he shoved

After she finished speaking, she tore off the band from Dominic 's eyes and placed it on her own eyes. but she Can't see anything ?..Then how did Dominic suddenly kiss her? Dominic sharp, evil eyes could see through Lauren 's thoughts. His thin lips curled up: "I have a wolf's nose, and I can smell the scent of prey."Lauren was particularly unconvinced. She again tied it on his eyes Without making a face, he turned around and went to take a bath...As she washed then, she paid attention to Dominic . after she was done she covered herself and Dominic helped her getting her out of the bathroom.. after putting her on the bed Dominic left from there ..

“Look out!” Dominic’s voice rips through the night thunderously. Opening my eyes, I barely see something coming at me before Dominic barrels into it and slams it against the wall. Struggling to fully open my eyes, I stare at a bloody spot on the wall and then look lower to something slumped down on the floor, still where it landed. Glancing at Dominic, I shiver when I see the gold shimmering in his eyes as he goes in for the kill.

Bertha stood in front of Dominic, she was staring into his eyes, Bertha's voice was rather bewildered. "Dominic, have you recovered your eyesight? Can you see me?" Although Bertha asks silly questions, she still wants Dominic to deny these things, if what she thinks is correct, this means she is in danger. Dominic remained calm, he was staring into Bertha's panicked eyes, and his voice was cold, he said. "Yes, I have recovered my eyesight, otherwise I would never have known you were lying to me. Bertha, do you have anything else to say?"

"I have no fucking idea so please, do tell me. I've been waiting all my life to hear it from your mouth, Dominic." The torment and melting fierceness in his eyes jerked tears in my eyes. For a few seconds, he looked at me speechless before drawing away, running his hand through the soft curls of his hair. Dominic turned away from me, running his hands down his face from his eyes before turning back to me sharply and retaining his standing stance. Looking into his eyes made my eyes bleed with more pain. His eyes had softened severely, glimmering brightly and giving an impression he wanted to cry.

There was just something about his eyes that made heart flutter and made a delicious shudder lick up my spine; they were so full of life and emotions, sparkling intensely bright, yet warm and calm. Dominic finally started to stir, rousing from his slumber. He placed a hand over his mouth as he yawned, and raised his hands above his head in a stretch. Rolling over on his side, he slowly flipped his eyes open and met my gaze. He seemed to be trying to focus his eyes as he blinked in rapid succession and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Once he was fully aware of his environment, his lips turned up in one of his breathtaking smiles. I felt my breath catch in my throat at his action.

SEEING HIM MADE ME REMEMBER LAST NIGHT EVENT I CAN'T STAY HERE ANYMORE I'LL ONLY BE FINE WHEN I GET HOME 🏘️ EVERYONE BOW TO HIM AND IMMEDIATELY EXIT THE ROOM HE WAS LOOKING AT MY TERRIFIED EYES INTENSELY I WAS AFRAID OF WHAT HE'S GOING TO DO TO ME YOU ARE AWAKE? HOW DO YOU FEEL PLEASE LET ME GO DOMINIC 🙏🙏 I PLEADED WITH TEARFUL EYES 😭😭 AFTER I CALLED OUT HIS NAME HIS EYES TURNED FULL GRAY FILLED WITH LUST WHICH GOT ME SCARED HE GROWLED LOUDLY LIKE HE WAS IN PAIN, I GASPED SEEING HIS HARD COCK, HE MOVED UP THE BED LOOKING AT MY HAZEL EYES STIRRING AT ME LIKE A PREY

The monitors connected to Dominic's chest suddenly spiked into a frantic, erratic scream. "Get... your hands... off her." The words were raw, laced with a gravelly, primitive ferocity that turned the air in the garage completely freezing. Dominic’s heavy eyelids pulled open, his amber eyes bloodshot, dark, and utterly consumed by an unhinged, territorial madness. The sedatives meant to keep a normal man paralyzed for hours were entirely burned away by the sheer, blinding fire of his obsession.

His dark eyes were full of a raw, intense heat that made my heart hammer against my ribs. "Six months ago, I was sitting in a dark room in Zurich waiting to die," Dominic said, his voice low, gravelly, and thick with emotion. "I thought my life was over. I thought there was nothing left in this world except blood, concrete, and cold mountain passes." "Dominic..." "Then I saw you," he rasped, his hand sliding up to cradle the back of my neck, his long fingers tangling in my hair. "You were terrified, bleeding, and running for your life, but your eyes were bright as fire. You didn't give up. Not on the dam, not on the goat path, not in the river, and not on that pier."