Matt Sturniolo Eyes Novels & Stories

In the faded, grainy photograph on the screen, Matteo was barely twenty years old. His face was covered in blood, his left eye gouged out, his dark, even now imposing chin bruised. His hands were shackled behind his back with rusty chains, but the wild, deadly look in his dark eyes, defying all authority, was still as fresh as ever. Immediately behind him, a young Elena, her venom newly honed like a snake, placed her hand on his bloody shoulder, gazing at the camera with an arrogant, triumphant smile.

Ronan. He stood across the gym with a group of his friends, wearing a dark button-up that made his shoulders look broader. His chestnut hair was styled neatly, but a few strands still fell across his forehead. His eyes were already locked on me. Even from this distance, the intensity in them made my stomach flip. I doubted whether he heard any of the things his friends said. I quickly looked away. Matthew noticed. “He’s staring again,” he said quietly, almost amused. “Doesn’t he have anything better to do?”

His men fanned out again, checking cars they had already checked once. Then, slowly, one by one, they began to give up. “I think they’re done,” Warren muttered. I leaned forward slightly, peering through the windshield. Ethan stopped. He turned. His gaze locked onto our car. My stomach dropped. For a split second, it felt like he was looking straight at me. Not at the car. Not at the glass. At me. I shivered. His expression didn’t change. No signal. No shout. Then his phone buzzed.

“I wasn’t…” “Staring?” Mateo finished for me, clearly enjoying this, “You know you were.” I rolled my eyes at him, “If you need a better look…” he added, drawing my attention back to him as he pretended to stretch, “I could always…”

I just hope this works out or I’d be done for. I’m just about to climb the stairs when my eyes discharge upstairs. I don’t pay attention the first time, but on a second wave, my eyes capture Luna Matilda. She is standing upstairs with her hand folded behind hers. She gives a pale and at the same time stern look. I drop in my steps and glare at her.

I stared at him weirdly. "Do you want company, I saw you sitting here all alone." He was already occupying Enzo's seat. "I don't see why a pretty girl like yourself should be sitting here all alone. I'm Matt." He reached his hand out for a handshake. I stared at it longer than I should before extending my hand to shake his but my hand caught halfway when the approaching form of Enzo came from his back. His eyes were harder than last time and his jaw was sharper than any blade. I gulped. Matt noticed my stare and reeled his head back just in time as Enzo was now standing in front of him.

"Human Anatomy and DNA structure." I can feel her eyes on me after I say this. Is she looking at the scar above my eyebrow from where the metal of the makeshift rocket exploded and sliced me, missing my eye by an inch? The doctors explained it could have been a lot worse but at the time I had held back tears and questioned what could have been worse then not being able to see. Kelly continues to stare at me. The heavy feeling of her sapphire eyes lasering into the side of my face makes me shift again in my seat. "W-what about you?" I bite my tongue at my stupid stutter. Why must my words come out like that when I'm nervous?

His arms circled the small of my back as he bent towards me. His dark hair, wet from the rain, dripped with water. A thin stream of water ran from his brow, down to his nose. His eye lashes were pleasantly wet. I couldn’t stop staring. I could say why. Matteo had really blue eyes that were quite unique. I knew them to be pure blue. But now…they just seemed dark. I gulped, and his eyes followed the movement of my throat. Fuck, he noticed. “Tell me something I don’t know, Olivia.”

God… what did I ever do to deserve this? I didn’t know when the smile broke across my face fully, but it stayed. It stayed like it had found a home. When I looked up, Matteo was still staring like I’d grown wings or horns. My smile dropped instantly. The look I gave him was lethal. I didn’t need to say any words. ‘What are you staring at? Do you want to have your eyes gouged out?’ He gulped and spun around immediately, nearly tripping over a corpse on the way out.

He had different colored locs on his head, and an attractive face but one covered with tattoos, Halle also noticed a few gold teeth when he smiled at her in acknowledgment. “Right next to Tobey is my bitch Matteo,” “Hey!” Matteo yelled and pointed at Stan in warning, “I’m no one’s bitch,” He turned back to Halle and chuckled awkwardly. He seemed a bit shy, he had innocent-looking green eyes unlike what the others carried in their eyes, he had short black hair and wore a thick turtle neck long sleeve beneath his suit. Well at least someone came prepared for the cold in the house. “Aaand—”