Walker Scobell Eyes Novels & Stories

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.

Their eyes met for a third time, and the rage in Mike's eyes slowly dissipated as he stared into those red eyes—really stared this time—and he knew why they had looked so familiar. Scott. He could see his friend, trapped beneath those manic eyes. Mike's wolf eyes widened in shock and he released its neck for a second. That one second was enough for the rabid wolf to lash out and strike across his face with one paw. He yelled and stumbled backward as the wolf came for him again.

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.

Scar turned back fully her eyes scanning them taking notes if the bodyguards,how many minutes will it take her to beat this people up, nothing more than ten minutes,but her health,she can't risk fainting halfway in a fight. “You all get out from my property,this is a private property and this is trespassing” Scar said,they paid no heed as more cameras flashed,and more annoying questions were asked. “Did you lose your memories” “Did you have a grudge against everyone,so you disappeared to make them suffer for not standing up for you” Scar walked out as she got on a tractor, She turned the engine on ,it roared to life,she shifted the gear as the tires moved forward,the reporters screamed still