When His Eyes Open Novel Novels & Stories

I squeeze my eyes shut and clutch my head, writhing in pain as the sensation spreads through my skull. “Quit being dramatic,” my spirit guide says, “Open your eyes.” How the hell am I supposed to do that in this much pain? Even when my eyes are closed, it feels like there’s a swirling of colors behind them, and my head feels like a whole parade is going on in it. I feel him in front of me. “Open your eyes, Nova.” I do, reluctantly, slowly opening one at a time. The world swims into focus as my eyelids flicker open, and surprisingly, the ache subsides. When my eyes are fully adjusted, I look around. The world around me is spinning – literally – and… sideways?

Trusting him completely, I stepped forward in sync with him, allowing him to guide me deeper into the unknown, my anticipation growing with every step we took together. I shut my eyes as tightly as I could, determined to keep them closed so the surprise would remain completely intact. “There... Stop right there, Lila.” I immediately halted, obeying his instruction without hesitation. “And… you can open your eyes now…” At that moment, the tight pressure holding my eyelids shut finally eased. I drew in a slow, careful breath, my lashes fluttering as I lingered for a second, dragging out the suspense before I gradually lifted my eyelids, opening my eyes little by little to whatever awaited befo

But wow, his lips are chapped af. I put him down after a couple of minutes of letting the soup go down. I put on Vaseline on his lips. Right after pulling my finger off his lips his eyes slowly opened. Wow, they're a beautiful bright gold. I've never seen anyone with eyes like those. His eyes met with mine then he flinched back. He started panicking even though he's completely weak.

**** I shut my eyes because I knew what was coming and before I shut my eyes, I held my breath, like a swimmer ready to dive into a deep ocean. I couldn't watch when his hands came toward me, I only patiently waited for the harsh sound of the strike. I remembered his eyes right before I closed my own: pupils wide with rage, cold, and dark eyebrows clenched with hate. When it finally came, I never knew which fist hit me first, or which blow sent me to my knees because I could not bring myself to open my eyes. They were closed because I didn’t want to see what he had promised he would never do again.

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

Even from behind, he radiated a kind of predatory stillness that made the hair on my arms stand up. "Mr. Vane?" I whispered. He turned. His eyes were the first thing I noticed. Ocean blue, cold as a winter tide, and filled with a terrifyingly familiar intensity. He looked at me, and for a split second, I felt like a freshman again, standing in the library at St. Jude’s Academy, trembling under the gaze of the school's untouchable king. But that was impossible. Julian Vane had been a legend, a boy years ahead of me. He wouldn't remember a quiet girl from the back of the assembly hall.

When he opened his eyes, everything was quiet. Just the house. Just the evening. Only the key in his hand. But deep inside he already knew: The story wasn't over yet. And somewhere in the west there was a house without light.

Instead of a slap or a punch, he caresses my cheek before tilting my head with his fingers on my chin. “Open your eyes.” He orders, but I vigorously shake my head, I am not looking in this man’s eyes before he kills me. I will die like a cool lead in a movie, with pride. “I will ask one more time, open your eyes.” Okay pride is not a thing to be proud of, I slowly open my eyes to meet his brown lustful eyes. Wait a minute lustful, why is he lustful? Oh, hell no,

I began to wonder why he would need a woman, a pregnant woman who couldn't save herself and lay dead to save him. What could a lifeless body do? "Are you okay?" I asked and he suddenly raised his head and his eyes met mine but there was something strange about them. They had scales on them, each eye was open yet closed and suddenly he got on his feet, giving me a complete view of his huge physique and he began to stagger.

He opened a door, and in a few seconds, I was being laid gently on a very soft mattress then he moved away from me. “Can I open my eyes now?” I asked, bitting my bottom lips as he shuffled around. “Wait,” he said curtly. There was more shuffling while I waited in anticipation. “Open,” he said after a short while. I quickly undid the knot he has made with my shirt at the back of my head, and took it away from my eyes. I winced as the bright light pierced my eyes, and it took a few blinks before my eyes came back to focus.