End Of Eyes Wide Shut Novels & Stories

Selene prevents making a sound and also holds the man's wrist tightly. Selene heard the system panics in her head and so, she decisively shut their connection off. It provided nothing, better keep them out. System: ... "I won't repeat myself more, who sent you here?" The man's eyes turn even darker with that shade of blood eyes as the lights also start blinking and the darkness starts suffocating the both of them. To his surprise, she smirked mockingly and lick her bottom lip.

CHAPTER 11: WIDE EYES AND DARK SECRETS SELENE'S POV I am sitting on the bed, bare skin slicked with sweat, every inch of me trembling, my breath shallow and uneven. Their eyes—those stark, widened eyes—are fixed on me, unblinking, wide, as if they’ve turned into judgment themselves. Lyra’s lips part and close again, useless, unable to form even the smallest syllable. Her silence screams louder than any word she could possibly throw at me. My teeth sink hard into my bottom lip until the sting turns metallic.

My eyes became wide, my heart stopped beating and I felt everything around me become void. Maddy pulled the trigger and the loud sound of the gun echoed around. I shut my eyes, ready for the worst. There was no way I could dodge a bullet even if I were to jump away. It was already too late. I shut my eyes tighter, waiting for the impact. But it didn't come, making me slowly open my eyes. My eyes were facing the ground and I saw a shadow in front of me. I gasped and raised my eyes, only to feel my heart break at the sight of Lucas backing me.

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.

He tenderly brought her hand to his mouth and gently kissed it. Pain seared through my body as my eyes lost focus. The faces of my family blurred until I could no longer see them. I tried to move my arms to rub my eyes, but I was unable to move. Panic set in as I began to struggle. Finally, opening my eyes, James Cooper’s face came into focus.

In that heart-wrenching moment, she longed to utter her final goodbyes, but the cruel hand of fate silenced her voice. Her eyes, filled with love and sorrow, locked onto Harsh, conveying a myriad of unspoken emotions in their final exchange. As her eyelids slowly descended, a sense of peace washed over her tormented form, her soul departing from its earthly vessel, leaving behind a world shattered by violence and loss.

Those stormy eyes-the same that stared right back at me when he had his dick up in my throat in my dream. Oh god, I can't breathe.

speak the fucking truth. ____" let's fall close your eyes and pray. I closed my eyes for a moment and the last image that came to my mind was sweet Amy smiling at me.

Whoosh… A shower of soot and brick dust rained down from the fireplace, sounding as loud as thunder in the silent room. Sophie gripped my arm in terror. Mom let out a stifled scream. "Get down!" I hissed, using all my strength to keep my voice low. "Close your eyes! Pretend to be asleep! Now!" Dad's face was white as a sheet. He shut his eyes, his hand gripping the shotgun, the barrel aimed at the fireplace. I cracked one eye open just a sliver, watching the fireplace. I saw it. A long, thin, pale thing extended from the chimney.