Eye Of The Storm Novels & Stories

Tears streamed down Ariel's face as she pressed a hand to her stomach. "Then what's this?" "Sweetie, why did you stop crying? Baby! Remi, he's not breathing!" Ella's scream cut through the room. Remi panicked. "Someone get a medic! Now!" Ariel stood in the doorway, her expression blank. "Let them go. Remi, I'm giving you one last chance. It's me or Ella. My baby or hers. You can only choose one. Who do you choose?"

Alfred's eyes widened in shock, his gaze snapping to the door. Carol and Sienna strode in, flanked by a squad of cops. Alfred's instinct was to bolt, but the officers were on him in a flash, slapping the cuffs on with a satisfying click. Carol knelt down to slice through my bonds, her touch reassuring. "Don't worry, Nelson. I've got you." Sienna dabbed at my tears with a tissue, and only then did I realize I had been crying. I reached out and clung to her in a tight embrace.

Only a priest's prayers could ensure that Daeleen received my eyes. Onlookers expressed envy, and some were even moved to tears by Samuel's devotion to Daeleen. What they did not know was that the romantic Capo they were admiring had plucked out his own wife's eyes, and that the owner of the eyeballs on display were now lying on a bed, staring into nothing but darkness. There was no painkiller being administered. All the moans from the pain left me panting for air, with only the ventilator to keep me from suffocating.

“I’m trying to lower morale on their side. It’s my own version of psychological warfare.’ ‘I’m the only one who can hear you,’ I reminded him. ‘Details,’ he said, sounding completely unfazed. ‘It just means you've earned that privilege. Maybe one day they will too.’ ***** OCTAVIA. Storm's eyes drifted across the endless sea of demons. To anyone else, it probably looked as though she was simply studying the army before us. I knew better. She wasn’t looking at their weapons or strength. She was looking far deeper than flesh ever allowed.

‎I remained kneeling, heart racing, as Kael stared out the window, his wolf growling low and dangerous. ‎I realized then that the storm had already begun. ‎And we were standing in its eye.

He kept his eyes open seeing her flushed face,whereas her eyes were tightly closed. The position changed and her mouth was covered by his mouth once again. She wanted him inside her yet he was letting the fire reach its peak. "Open your eyes, I want to see in those deep dreamy eyes, my beautiful."

Storm After Sean had parked the car, I slowly got out of the car and took hold of Doyle’s hand. Right at this moment he was my strength. Looking at my father, I felt as though I was watching a train wreck or a murder that was about to happen. You know how it is, when you see something playing out in front of your eyes, and you know that what is about to happen is going to be something terrible and won’t end well, but you can’t tear your eyes away from it, anyway. Well, that was me, right here in this moment. The spectator who couldn’t look away, whilst at the same time being the person who was going to be wiped out.

“Keep going.” Goddess, those eyes. I know that look; I’m in danger. If I survive him tonight, I want to know how his eyes can change like that. I swear I see a storm brewing in the normally serene blue. Lightning, clouds, a flicker of gold as Reign gnaws at the bars of his enclosure.

The windows rattle, the fog shudders—and in the heart of the storm, her eyes snap open, burning and wild. A amm voice comes from across the room "did she win?"

Eleanor's POV The storm raged outside, a relentless beast rocking at the boat with accompanying wind and rain. Inside, I lay trapped in a trance, my body heavy as though pinned by invisible chains. The sheets twisted around me, damp with sweat, as my mind spiraled into a nightmare I couldn’t escape. Thunder rumbled, shaking the fragile boat, but it was the visions, vivid, cruel, and unrelenting, that held me captive.