In His Eyes Novels & Stories

Her beige hazel eyes were shimmering with tears even in that darkness which was prevailing inside the room and where the only source of light was that dim tea light . Inessa's glossy eyes continued to stare at those cavernous dark gaze of his which now had turned more inky and voracious by watching her standing in front of him.

He didn't watch me and was busy rubbing my feet. "But it's too much," I concluded. In the end, he looked at me and for the first time I saw the colour of his eyes... They were brown... No. Blue... His eyes are hazel with specks of blue. I've never seen eyes like that. Every time his eyes were covered with glasses, but now I'm exposed to them, and they're hypnotizing me. "Your eyes..." I couldn't say more. He's got perfect eyes. "Yes... I broke my glasses." He smiled. "I have short-sightedness. However, I can see you clearly." I could hear his discomfort in his voice. He wasn't in pain, but there was something else in his voice.

I get up not long after that to clean up and prepare their food before the children awake. His powerful form is covered in a sleek black suit, he is attractive in a way that screams MALE. From the angles of his face, his thick straight eyebrows, strong nose, and of course, there’s his eyes. I deliberate momentarily on how I used to think those eyes were ice cold. Now when I think of his eyes, I think of flames. Nothing is as scorching as his gaze, whether he was glaring at me in annoyance or blinking sleepily at me, content after hours of lovemaking.

There’s something carefully neutral about his appearance, like he’s trying to blend into the background while still looking put-together. But it’s his eyes that stop me. Gold. Like sunlit amber. Like honey held up to the light. Like the eyes that have been haunting my dreams for weeks. Not… human. Not fully. There’s too much awareness in them, too much intelligence. They track my movement with a precision that feels predatory, even when his expression remains friendly. When he looks at me, I have the distinct impression that he’s seeing more than just surface details—like he’s cataloging information I didn’t know I was broadcasting.

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."

Sincerity was truly reflected in his emerald green eyes. 'Eyes that always calm me are so different from the dark black irises filled with sadness and suspicion. But... can I forget him?'

He sniffed the air and it's as if his blue eyes shone in the dark as they fixed on me. "Mate!" Huh?

“If you ask them about it, you will have to tell them about seeing me. If you do that, I swear they will pack everything up and move. Meaning you will not see me for a while.” As he finished speaking, I noticed his eyes had gone bright red and you didn't hear the owls anymore. “I’ve always trusted you more than my parents so why would I ask them, since you have already said they have been lying to me.” When I looked away from Marcus, I noticed there were about 7 pairs of vibrant colored eyes surrounding us. Slowly another set appeared but were purple with gold specks.

"Her eyes did a thing." "Her eyes did the crying thing," he replies. "Without the crying. Which is more controlled and therefore more Margaret and still counts." I look out the window. "What if they think it is too soon?" "Then they think it is too soon," he says. "It changes nothing." "Rhys..."

He made it seem like I could easily rip Sylvia into pieces with just my sight. I only realized I had tears streaking down my face when I felt Marcus' hand on my cheek. "Don't cry, honey. I'm sorry. Please listen to me, okay? It's not what you think…" Marcus kept wiping my tears away in a fit of panic, but he could never stem my tears no matter how much he wiped. In the end, he just pulled me into his arms and began comforting me in soft tones. At the same time, he prevented me from looking at Sylvia.