Novel & Cerita Matt Sturniolo Eyes

Jared noticed and his jaw clenched. ‘What was he angry for?’ Matt was the one who deserved to be angry, at least that was what I thought. Jared handed him his script but his eyes remained on me. His honey brown orbs kept me rooted, reaching into the depths of my soul and threatening to reveal secrets I had kept for so long. I took in a sharp breath. Matt’s outburst broke me out of my reverie. “But…” Matt looked at his script again, seeing the red circles scattered around his script.

I mean, I did fire him after all so he’s no longer committed to me. “Is that all you got for me city boy?” Matty sneers, glaring up at me through puffy eyes. In a few hours, both of his eyes will be swollen shut. He can barely keep them open as it is. Fuck, by the time we leave this shithole, he won't be recognisable and will most likely need some dental work and facial reconstruction.

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Lionel couldn't stop himself from grinning briefly—it appears his patient is rather smarter than expected. For some seconds, Lionel persisted his gaze on Jinx, who's also staring at him intently. “Mr. Armstrong, isn't it natural for humans to heal after recuperation?” He asked tactfully. “Don't give me that fucking bullshit. The human cells aren't that great, y'know? Okay, let's put aside the kidney transplant. What about my eye? It was fucking clawed! How the hell do you explain this?” he bellowed as he pointed his index finger at his left eye. That's all healed up—it's perfectly fine. Before Lionel could respond, their discussion came to a halt as Leo waltzed in.

The idea of not seeing my baby’s face as they’re brought out of me sent a wave of sadness through me. For that reason, I reconsidered my option. “You can assess my eyes,” I said and walked over to the couch. She came to meet me there and I heard her set down some equipment. Liam was still in the room, but awfully quiet. He watched as the woman told me to widen my eyes to the highest level and pried around it with something I didn’t know. “Have you perhaps seen anything since that accident? Maybe for one second, your eyes worked.” “No. Except for dreams and nightmares, they never worked normally.”

Mattoe's POV We arrived at the venue where the interview was being held, and luckily for us our seat was right at the front. Almost immediately, I felt someone's gaze on us. When I looked into the direction, my eyes locked with a mask man. His face was hidden, but his piercing blue eyes were filled with rage, and strangely his eyes felt familiar. I shook the thought away immediately. It can't be who I'm thinking, he's long dead. We stayed in the prolonged stare, until the host's voice echoed through the hall, forcing me to turn my attention to the stage.

The air in the room shifted, growing heavier. “Ava,” Luna prompted, raising her eyebrow. Ava exhaled sharply, sitting up straighter. “Something’s off.” Luna looked at her in confusion, “What do you mean?” Ava pointed at the screen. “Look at his eyes.” Luna did. And then she saw it. There was no reflection in his pupils. No catchlight from the bright studio lights, no mirrored image of the set. Just a void, deep, endless, like looking into something that didn’t belong.

Turn a straight man gay kinda hot. Dark hair almost black in-fact and piercing ice blue eyes stare out from the portrait. A perfectly sculpted face and body. I look down at the plaque which reads “Alpha Matt Ortega Of The Moon Lake Pack” I hiss out a breath. “Well fuck” I mumble stepping back. But I’m blocked from moving any further. I turn around to work out what’s blocking my path when my nose meets the surface of a rock hard chest. I glance up to see the portrait is looking right down at me looking annoyed. Only it’s not the portrait it’s the real deal.

On her phone, Matt had sent dozens of messages, each claiming he had been driven to a mental breakdown and wanted to kill himself. However, seeing his flushed face now, he looked nothing like someone about to take his life. Matt burst out laughing. After muting the mic, he winked at her. “Someone said I’ve got no game, that I’d still be alone on New Year’s Eve. I didn’t buy it.” As he spoke, he tried to pull her into the frame to join him in the livestream. However, Wren directly flipped his phone face down on the table, covering the camera.

His hand reached out, resting on the small of my back as he leaned down to whisper in my ear, "Are you okay?" I forced the smile on my face. "Yeah, I am fine." Dylan gave me a pointed look, one that showed he does not quite believe me, but he did not press it. Instead, he gave me a nod, and focused his attention back on teh current agenda that was being dicussed. Sebastian returned shortly after, but i did not look at him despite feeling his gaze on me. I kept my eyes fixed on the speaker, and ignored his looks. But, it was not just his, but of another piercing cold eyes that i knew belonged to none other than Matt.