End Of Eyes Wide Shut Novels & Stories

H e suddenly started batting his lashes and his eyes flew wide open “Shit!”

Eternal peace. THE END

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

Why were her eyes so wide open? ***

Was I dreaming. Or was this the moment everything ended. Darkness thickened around the edges of my sight. My eyes finally closed. And the world fell away from me

"Open wide." Kill me.

GYPSY'S POV 🎶Now the sun turns out his light, Good night, sleep tight. Dream sweet dreams for me, Dream sweet dreams for you. Good night, Good night, everybody, Everybody, everywhere, Good night.🎶 I shut my eyes after the lullaby ends and force a yawn out of myself, ready to sleep like I've been for the past three hours. Five minutes later, I'm staring eyes wide into the darkness. Ugh. What the heck?

Closing her eyes. " Nooooo!"

assistant"> Then she glances toward June again. Something unreadable flickers behind her eyes for a brief moment. Just something deep and quiet that settles heavily in the room around us. A small, content smile slowly forms on her lips as her gaze lingers on June a second longer. Like seeing her safe is enough. Like this is all she needed. Then her eyes close gradually, exhaustion finally pulling her under as she drifts off to sleep. The room falls silent afterward except for the soft sound of her breathing.

You know when your mind sees something that is so utterly beautiful, so unworldly that it distinctively focuses on the pinnacle of its interest, zeroing in on that magnificent sight, having everything else blur in the background? That's what Nate's eyes did to me. The golden, caramel orbs locked on mine and it was all I could see. His eyes are red rimmed as if the surgery was still taken its toll but his face is bare and so responsive. The butterflies, the ones that have become paralyzed a few weeks back, twitch and flutter when Nate's pupils dilate and his clear, breathtaking eyes roam around my face before dropping down my body.