Os Olhos Dele Abriram Novels & Stories

But I believed he was not some gruesome looking person before all these injuries had been inflicted on him. He twitched some more, and I saw his eyelashes flutter a little. A plume rose up in the air, turning into a cloud of smoke, the dying embers crackling and sputtering out in a moment. The man took a few deep breaths suddenly, as if the air around him did not contain enough oxygen. And then his eyes flew open. I took a step back to see the eyes…or whatever that was. There was no iris nor pupil. Everything inside was pitch black.

He deserved that instead of getting imposed by the fact that I was his mate and he needed to accept it, love me and mate me while I did nothing for him. Right then, I felt his movements. He rubbed his face with the pillow while pressing his eyelids tightly. "Ughhh....", he hummed, stretching his arms as he steadily opened his eyes. I kept my smile on so that he could witness me smiling at him. As soon as he opened his eyes, his mouth fell open. He might get surprised. "Fiama!", he exclaimed, getting up right away as he looked here and there, rubbing his eyes. I saw a black t-shirt laying next to the bed and handed it to him.

He inhaled slow and deep, eyes fluttering shut like he’d just smelled the best meal of his life. When his eyes opened again, they weren’t green anymore. They were glowing gold. Wolf eyes. And they were locked on me.

At once, his eyes snapped open. I froze. Without moving any of the rest of his body, his eyes turned to me. He saw me.

And now, he lay here fragile and worn, all because of her. Then, his brows twitched. A subtle tremor passed through his fingers, and slowly, his eyes opened. At first, they were unfocused—lost in the haze of sleep—but within seconds, they snapped into clarity, as if piercing through layers of darkness, finally locking onto a familiar figure. “…Livia.” His voice was faint and hoarse, laced with raw emotion and unfiltered worry. He tried to reach out, though he could only raise his hand a few inches. Still, the gesture held all his stubborn resolve.

'Please, open your eyes,' Suddenly, as if summoned by her thoughts, Frederick’s lashes trembled. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, his eyes fluttered open.

She wondered what he had for her as she tried to guess it in her mind but ended up getting nothing, maybe waiting won't be a bad idea. Soon he returned. "Open your eyes." He said and she gently opened her eyes, she opened her mouth wide placing her hand on her lips. "Oh my God!" She exclaimed. TBC

Though this wаѕ Elijah, оf course hе hаd. His eyes ѕnарреd open. “Yеаh, of соurѕе.” Hе ѕhооk his head, lооkіng bеmuѕеd bу mу stupid question bеfоrе rеturnіng to hіѕ questionnaire.

I watched his face as he closed his eyes and folded his first two fingers. What’s this guy doing? He was still and seemed he wasn’t even breathing and it got me startled. Everywhere starts to heat... Heavens; what’s happening??? Next, he snapped his eyes open breathing heavily... He looked gobsmacked. “S…sir” I called and tried asking if he needed some water. "She’s here" "Huh" "No, They are here" He said with his eyes wide open, shining like they wanted to pop out. What’s he talking about?

A new life with the other among the stars. When the light of day finally hit them on the bed and woke both of them up. He watched her eyes open, and he got lost in them. They were slightly unfocused for a few minutes as she blinked open. The color he had come to love was there, but something else was in them.