Welcome Home Eyes Novels & Stories

Same eyes, Same mouth, Same weakness. Julian storms in behind her, gun raised, face carved from rage. I just give a small smile. “Hello, mija,” I say sweetly. “Welcome home.”

His eyes slipped up to smiling blue eyes. Another face moved in close and his eyes tracked the movement. Raven hair pulled back in a ponytail. Full lips, also smiling, and beautiful green eyes full of joy and a few tears. "Welcome back Ben!" "The two of you will leave right this minute or I will call security!" the shrill voice returned.

His smile was wide. His expression welcoming. and dangerous. “Welcome home,” he said, eyes locked on mine. I swallowed hard and stepped out of the car. Because this was it. The start of something I couldn’t take back. And God help me maybe I didn’t want to.

CALI'S POV I ran and I did not stop till I got home. Immediately I got home, I went straight to my room after locking my door and making sure no one was following me. I pulled off my clothes and took an immediate shower. As the warm water ran down my face to my body, I relaxed but I kept seeing a pair of familiar gold eyes. Ares. My mate. I knew he was right because I felt exactly what my mum said I would feel. Fire. My body was on fire around him. I turned off the shower but I still couldn't get his scent off me.

"But you told me not to come back after the operation." "It's because I want you to be present when the doctor removes the bandage from my eyes," he explained, smiling. "I want you to be the first person I see that day." "That will make your mother cry." "My mother would understand. She's the most understanding woman on the planet. And you did sound like her at times. " Angela smiled as she said, "And that must be a pain in your ass." "Not at all. Your voices, on the other hand, inspire me to fight for hope. Angela, you inspire me to travel the world again. And I'd like you to be here by then. "

he asked me and I just cannot help myself but to continuously nod while plastering a genuine smile. “Who owns this?” I touched his face and admire his pitch-dark eyes. One of the things that I love about Hayden is how mysterious his eyes are. He got the sweet gesture, the sweet talking and the sweet smile but his eyes speaks the opposite of his actions. When I met him, I got captivated by his eyes, my heart was shattered because of how sorrowful and how agonizing the way his eyes communicate to me and I’ll always wonder if what pain did he suffer to have that kind of expression in his eyes. “ It’s our new home!” he uttered.

His green eyes reminded me of April. A piece of my best friend wherever I go.Together we walked into our own house. The couch was still a mess from our... encounter. The smell of home wrapped around me like a blanket. Home. It was such a nice word to feel...Isaac's wounds have already started to heal, his beautiful skin already taking its place.

Victor wondered who could possibly warrant such an overreaction from Natalie. When he glanced over his shoulder at Micah's other guest, he looked just as shocked as she did. They watched as the man entered the hall, the sunlight bright behind him. He had a full head of hair, a chiseled brow ridge, and a straight nose—features that accentuated his depthless eyes, the color of which was more obsidian than brown. He made the rest of the world and its noise fade into the background.

The door slammed open at the same time my vision turned black. When I woke up, it was to soft beeping, white walls, and a blurry figure, As my eyes focused, I noticed it was a petite nurse with blonde hair. I sat up, my heart racing as I glanced around. “I… I’m not dead, am I?” I said as tears stung my eyes. The nurse managed a soft smile. “No, silly. We worked too hard to ensure you didn’t cross over.” The tears leaked from my eyes and I swung my feet over the bed railing before hugging the nurse. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” I sobbed.

After my eyes were plucked out, I lay on the operating table with two empty sockets on my face, resembling that of a broken doll. Samuel Sterling felt no guilt. He picked up my eyes to examine them and praised them, saying, "Daeleen was right. These really are a beautiful pair of eyes! I promised you, Daeleen. I will make all your wishes come true." As the anesthesia's effect slowly wore off, I could not help but cry out in pain. Samuel finally turned his attention to me as if blaming me for interrupting his memories of Daeleen.