Matt Sturniolo Eyes Novels & Stories

Even his assistant behind him, Thomas, couldn’t stop the corners of his mouth from twitching madly. Oh dear… Looks like Miss Murphy is challenging Young Master Matthew. “Such an ugly woman is capable of catching your attention?” Matthew asked in a low voice. “Haha, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.” “Looks like Young Master Xavier’s eyesight isn’t exactly great. Why don’t I introduce you to a reputable ophthalmologist?” “After being so used to seeing all these women with cakey makeup, I feel that a lady like Roni here is easier on the eyes.”

My eyes finally met with sparkling blue eyes… Mate.

Then, slowly, an image emerged — Matteo’s face, scarred but alive, eyes faintly glowing with data-light. He looked straight into the camera, expression calm, voice steady. “The Lion sleeps… but dreams still burn. Tell her I remember.” The feed went dark.

You should know what I mean by warning him, of course! "What should I address you as? Elio, my attempted murderer?" I stiffen a mocking laugh but he only gives me another of his hard stare again. Actually, glares. I let him continue glaring at me, only more harder and when it looks like his eyes are about to fall out of their sockets, I raise my hands in the air indicating my own surrender. Don't think I'll ever beg him to stop, but because I still need him in his whole self, " Stop the glares already, I give up." When his look softens a bit, I step forward and cross my arms at him, "Why do you hate me so much?" His brows crease at my question and he puts on his long look again, before rolli

Stefano had a lopsided grin on as he watched all three of them, his eyes moved from the youngest of the three, stopping briefly on the hands of Nate and Spade in between them, before moving to Spade, he could see the slight tick in Spade's jaw as he clenched it, his eyes hard and blank. Stefano's eyes finally landed on Matteo, he wasn't expecting to see the blonde here tonight, he'd not seen him again since the last time he had seen him at his apartment.

“Oh, yes. We are looking for new talented writers. We are changing a lot of things in our magazine. You know we need a new perspective. Fresh, young minds with a vision to write something new.” Matt came out and rolled his eyes. Neeral and I stood as he walked toward us. “How was it? What did he say?” I asked. Neeral extended her hand unintentionally as she scanned him. “Hi, I am Neeral.” “Hi, Matt.” I could see their eyes clash, smiling at each other. “What happened?” I interrupted in between their silent eye contact. “Nothing,” Matt cut short his answer. He rolled his eyes, and I could feel he was disappointed.

Matt and Charity are standing in the back, his back facing us while he turns a piece of hair around his finger and she laughs at whatever he is saying. Noticing our arrival the Gamma’s eyes flick to us, but it’s not me she is looking at. Her stare locking with Fletcher’s for the briefest of seconds before she looks away, slightly ashamed. Noticing her distraction, Matt throwing us the scowl permanently reserved for my Beta. Rolling my eyes, I unbuckle, ready to get out of the metal box.

My stomach flipped, but I couldn't look away. Matt’s eyes were fixed on the screen. He looked hypnotized. His breathing was heavy, his chest heaving under his thin t-shirt. I watched as his hand moved down. He wasn't wearing pants, just a pair of loose grey gym shorts. He reached inside. I watched, paralyzed, as he gripped something and pulled it out. My eyes went wide. Holy fuck!

Hadn't he always been cautious about setting foot here? "What's going on, by the way?" Matt swayed again, pointing at Cole. "Who's this dumb-looking guy?" Cole straightened up and folded his hands. "Your eyesight must be abnormal. In what way do I look dumb to you?" "Argh! I think you're fed up with this world. How dare you insult my eyesight!" Matt shook his fist in the air. "Who the hell is this guy, Big Bro? I swear I'll strangle him to death."

the doctor responded as tears started to fall from his eyes. “We will help you. We have the best trackers, and they will start looking now,” Matt promised, as they helped the doctor to his feet. He wiped his face, and looked around the room, his eyes landing on me. “I am sorry Luna for all that you have suffered. I did what I thought would save my mate and pup,” he said sadly.