Walker Scobell Eyes Novels & Stories

Scarlett stared into those chilly eyes and a shiver worked it's way through her. " Don't say that again." He growled, his voice like gravel. Scarlett swallowed, looking away. " I'm sorry. It was a slip of tongue." She whispered, her breath caught in her throat. He straightened to his full height, picking up the last of his clothes and walking out of the room, his footsteps resounding behind her. It soon fell silent and Scarlett let out the breath she didn't know she was holding. Her eyes fluttered close and a tear slipped out. She hurriedly cleaned it off, shuddering.

Sarah was waiting for her at the door (as I called her here beforehand) and they both left, the pack doctor was in an inner room and I had no idea where the nurses were so that left just me and Rosé in the room I caressed her cheek with the back of my hand ‘sorry I put you through this’ I whispered ‘Aidan?’ she said then began turning left and right on the bed ‘Rosie? Can you hear me?’ She shook again as if fighting against something then she calmed down and then opened her eyes but her eyes weren’t the normal brown colored eyes I knew, they were yellow

Not on someone elses deadline. She glared at the canvas infront fo her her eyes were a bit blurry, a bit from being sleepy and a bit from the fact she couldn't remember when she had eaten last. She scooted her stool back a bit so if she did fall over she wouldn't land on the canvas infront of her. She ran a hand over her face a black smear spreading across her pale skin as the charcoal on her hand brushed down her face.

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

called out one of the photographers, a man with a massive camera hanging around his neck. Killian guided me to a spot in front of a backdrop with the company logos. His hand moved from my back to my waist, pulling me closer to his side. "Smile," he murmured in my ear, his breath warm against my skin. I smiled, but it felt tight and forced. The camera flashes were blinding, making my eyes water. "Can we get something more natural?" another photographer called out. "Maybe looking at each other?" Killian turned toward me, and I found myself staring up into his gray eyes. This close, I could see the tiny scar above his left eyebrow that I had never noticed before.

His hands went around my waist with so much possessiveness. I, with a little faith, still held the piece of cloth that was between himself and me, which was my towel. I directed my gaze to his with a pleading look. That was when I noticed his eyes. Normally, whenever he was battling with his wolf, his eyes were partly dilated. This time, his pupils were fully dilated with an intense shade of black. I knew that look. It was definite and I couldn’t mistake it. “Scar,” I said with so much confidence. He carved his lips into a tight smile.

I looked up at him just to found myself laughing my *ss off. “What the hell? Why are you laughing?” “Nothing, hahaha! It’s just that… hahahahaha… sorry! I mean, you look horrible!” “What the f*ck, Agatha Tatiana!” “Why? Truth hurts, Caleb Nicolo! I mean, you look like a mummy! You’re wrapped in a white bandages. From your head, to your hands and to your feet.” “It’s because of you.” “What? No! It’s not!”

She never wanted Wrenley to do this alone. Sebastian seemed to have noticed this as well because he was looking over in the direction of Wrenley. His scarlet eyes were turning to their normal blues, and I saw the longing and loving gaze within his wolf’s eyes. I looked over at the rest and saw Caroline wrestling with one of the guards. My eyes found Scott and I found him in the middle of a battle with …. Himself…

The man's scent reached her first. Not familiar. Not entirely. Yet something about it made her wolf restless. The figure stopped at the edge of the clearing. For several seconds nobody moved. Nobody spoke. The hunters watched. Selene looked horrified. Scarlett stood frozen. Then slowly, painfully, the man lifted his head. Time seemed to stop. A scar crossed one side of his face. Gray threaded through dark hair. Years of hardship marked every feature. But his eyes. Those eyes. Scarlett knew those eyes. She had seen them in old memories.

they yelled sending me murderous glares as I tried to muffle my laughs but I couldn't help it. "Wait till I catch you, you're a dead meat" as Satcey said that I began running around the sitting room with her chasing me. She chased until she got tired and gave up. "This isn't funny Whitney...waking someone up with cold water really" Erick yelled, only if he knew that it was more than just cold water. Stacey turned to stare at them and she burst into laughter, like who wouldn't? Mascara was trailing down their faces. The boys exchange confused looks with themselves.