Novel & Cerita Os Olhos Dele Abriram

I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut. “Open. Your. Eyes” The man ordered, sternly. His voice had a way of nestling between my legs, giving the organ between them a pulse. His breath was rigid. My eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze and the time stopped. “MATE…” we both let out in unison.

She was determined to make her fashion show a success, not just for herself but for all those who believed in her. Nora's eyes flickered open, the harsh glare of her laptop screen momentarily blinding her. As her vision adjusted, she noticed the time displayed on the screen – 4:37 AM. The sound of her buzzing phone had startled her awake, and she groggily reached for it, her heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and dread.

Analyzing his physique, it was clear he wasn't just all talk—he truly possessed immense power. But just as I was about to reach his face, his hand swiftly caught mine in mid-air. I had expected him to wake up, but not this soon. His eyes were still closed, and yet he growled, "How silly are you? No, rather, how foolish are you?" He opened his eyes, and there was no hint of a smile.

Both of our lips parted. He seemed to be awoken by his reverie. His eyes returned to their true color and his tense body lightly relaxed. He shut his mouth and his brows furrowed. He closed his eyes momentarily and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes once again, a flash of lustful hunger appeared on those silver orbs. I flinched and backed away, startled.

When he opened his eyes, he looked straight up with half eyes. Blurred eyes saw a part of the blue sky shining with the moonlight in the dark night, and then the branches of the trees bent over themselves, which were swaying in the wind. He closed his eyes and focused on his mind. Isn't he dead? Or is it heaven? He opens his eyes again. This time his brown-blue eyes were fully open, the swaying trees became still. Even as the wind started to stop, he turned his eyes and saw a delicate transparent face leaning on him, surrounded by black curls, there was longing in the innocent golden eyes.

And then, in the midst of his panic, she opened her eyes, staring up at him with glistening tears in her eyes. Dark, familiar eyes. His eyes. ***

Rowan stood tall and straight outside the gates, basking in the morning sun that brought out the angled planes and chiseled lines of his face. His dark, depthless gaze locked on the little girl who looked like a real-life porcelain doll, and he said hoarsely, "I am."

His eyes fluttered beneath closed lids, and I felt a surge of hope wash over me. In an instant, he jolted awake, gasping for breath, his eyes wide with panic. “Lira!” he croaked, but the relief was short-lived. Just as quickly as he awoke, his body began to convulse, and I watched in horror as he retched violently, the sound raw and guttural.

“Thale can you hear me? It’s me. It’s Sophia.” His eyes flickered open and shut, an unearthly sound coming from the depths of his throat. I reached for the water on the bed side, and tipped just a little in to sate his thirst. Finally, his emerald eyes began to focus. He saw me. “Sophia?” He croaked.

[Olivia] I tried to open my eyes, but they felt heavy and painful, it felt like I was in a moving vehicle, or maybe I wasn't, I opened my eyes but was still enveloped in darkness, did I not open my eyes now? Why am I still seeing nothing but darkness, I thought to myself as I reached out to bring my hand up to my face.