Henry Cavill Eyes Novels & Stories

Surely he wasn’t supposed to do that; surely he was supposed to stay. My mind raced with questions again, as it had for the past seven days until one detail caused me to pause: his eyes. Were they just Red? Or had I imagined that part? As far as I knew, only vampires and hybrids had eyes that changed completely... but even then, theirs turned black, not crimson.

Cathy and I both screamed, startled, and Cathy’s wine glass slipped from her hand, crashing to the floor and drawing everyone’s attention. We turned to face the man who had snuck up on us, and I was instantly struck speechless. He was, without a doubt, the most beautiful man I had ever seen in my life. His presence was commanding, and his aura radiated raw power. His physique was perfection—muscles straining against the fabric of his finely tailored black suit, looking like they were ready to burst free. But it was his eyes that truly captivated me. They were the brightest shade of violet, streaked with silver, glowing faintly even under the dim lights of the hall. His face was flawlessly sc

She frowned, and put her head down on the table, and closed her eyes for a moment. Dimitri and Pete walked through the door, Pete went to work on the soup, Ivan whispered to Dimitri about her arms. He looked over but said nothing. Pete cleared this throat, and Jade looked up. Her eyes a pale gray, almost white startled him he dropped the bowl of soup shattering the bowl when it hit the ground. He broke his stare, and grabbed a cloth, “My apologies you're eyes aren't as gray as they used to be. It’s almost a pale white,” he whispered.

he says smiling. My cheeks turn pink hearing that and I look at him shyly." It's okay, it is my job to be ready to attend my patients anytime." I say I take a minute to look at his handsome face, he has short brown hair which is perfectly styled. pointed nose and square jawline. his eyes are of a lighter shade of emerald green. he seems to be hot. It looks like I have seen him somewhere, he looks so familiar. Oh my god! Oh my god! is he...is he Henry Cavil? it's definitely him. wait! but what would Henry Cavil be doing at my clinic? Oh come on Nicole, stop being so stupid! what is it with my Henry Cavil obsession huh? I am surely going to make a fool of myself one day.

The moment their eyes met, his lips went up in an angry snarl as they continued to stare at him. It wasn't long before he heard his overly confident voice beckoning on him to step forward. "Mr Henry Edet. Please step into the witness box for further questioning" Henry threw his lawyer a single glance before he did as he was told and got up and forced his feet to walk towards the stand and half sighed. His eyes met Frank's for a brief moment when he looked back at the audience before he dragged them away. If eyes could kill_he'd be dead by that single act and with that, he made a silent note to himself not to look at his direction again.

The mention of Faye made his face darken. “I saw her just now…” Henry kept repeating that statement and lifted bloodshot eyes toward Guinevere, “Do you believe me? I really saw her!” Guinevere shut her eyes and decided not to say anything more, as if out of spite. Since he refused to listen to her grumble, she, too, refused to hear him out. Henry didn’t seem to care whether she wanted to hear him out or not. He simply stared ahead, his eyes growing colder and colder by the minute.

Havelin's lips parted to give a concur, but before he could. The familiar, boring, and searing gaze that landed on Havelin made him jolt out of his reverie. Havelin turned to stare at the part where the gaze was directed. Immediately, Havelin's eyes came across as familiar black and domineering eyes. The owner of the eyes had a cold expression plastered on his face, and a cold aura oozed out of him, making the nearby people shiver as if they were thrown into an ice-stellar

Here stood my source of joy and strength. His eyes, like two shimmering hazelnuts, gazed up at me with a deep, ancient wisdom. Their golden-brown rims and mossy green centers sparkled with a sense of wonder and curiosity. Flecks of brown, green, and gold danced across his eyes, glowing with a brightness that seemed to hold a secret truth. It always amazed me because neither his father nor I possessed such captivating hazel eyes. While his father’s eyes were a deep forest green, mine were pure obsidian with a hint of shimmer that his father often mistook for tears. Though Tristan inherited some features from me, like the shape of my face and lips, he bore little resemblance to his father, lea

“You can’t do this—please!” Ivan looked down at the baby girl in his arms. She didn’t cry or fuss. Instead, she stared up at him with those piercing blue eyes, the same eyes he saw every time he looked in the mirror. She reached up, placing a tiny hand on his cheek, her expression curious and innocent. His heart clenched at the touch, a thousand emotions crashing into him at once. Henry hesitated, torn between the conflicting emotions and orders filling the room. “Mr. Anderson... are you sure?” he asked, his voice cautious.

Eleanor's POV. Henry was a badass. Infact, that word didn't do him justice in any way. He put the 'ass' in badass. It was like he had just gotten out of the bathroom a few minutes ago, his black hair was wet and resting against his forehead with a few brushed carelessly backwards as if he had run his hand through it a lot of times in the past few minutes. His bright blue eyes glittered under the sunset, leaving an eerie orange glow in them. His chiseled jaw was so sharp it could cut through ice.