When His Eyes Open Novel Novels & Stories

He realized that those were the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. He just forgot about everything surrounding him. He's just mesmerized by her eyes and he didn't want to close his eyes but he unintentionally closed them when he felt her thumb on either side of his face caressing his cheeks. He's feeling her warm touch. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at her, all he could see is her innocence dripping from her beautiful eyes. How can she be this innocent and lovely?

) To his response in Imuthis's words, he looks down below. For the first time... He finally sees a light in real life with his one open eye. It stings a little bit because his eye totally adjusted in the complete dark but the feeling of nostalgia overcomes his pain. [Mike!] (Ha!? Oh... Right sorry.) Gathering back his thought he checks the light below as he looks the feeling of heat embrace his body. (!? For fuck sake!) To his another surprise a bright volcano appeared to his below it's directly below him and the distance are short so he can totally feel the heat it gives.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Chance fast asleep, realising that for the first time he had a wild fantasy of man, and had exploded on his back once again. "You are going to kill me if you should find out about this."

I tensed unsure if he was really coming to, or if I was about to have to kill my father trying to kill this demon. He grunted, squinting his eyes as they started to open. I watched suspensefully, waiting to see the color of his eyes. I wanted to yell at him to open them faster, but knew that was stupid. He covered the sun with his hand, still sensitive to the light. His baby blue eyes, as light as the sky, looked back at me.

Elliot felt as if his entire being was being emptied out and put back together again. When Elliot finally opened his eyes, the sun was already hanging high above the skies.

He was in the past, buried in all the lies he’d been fed. So, when I opened the door and ocean-blue eyes stared back at me, I did the only reasonable and responsible thing. I shut it in his freaking face.

Knowing that once he opens it, the blood shut eyes of the village people he knew and even his birth parents is what he will surely see. “Why, why, why?” asking, but more like taunting in a hated and curse way. Glimpses of the past and once peaceful village cross and back into his mind. “Remember, you are her guardian, her knight, and God’s holder.” With his tears that stop and his lips curls into hate and curses. He burry his head in between his knees as he opens his eyes and cries hard in a silent tone as he could be. For remembering that one particular past and the words that brought his life into the spin of perfection and the fact as he chose one and deems to have the life he ever dreams

What's going on? I try opening my eyes, but my eyelids are too heavy. I stretch my body again, and this time it's my hands that get burned when they hit a surface, and that does the trick as my eyes fly open from the pain. But I close them immediately from the blinding brightness. Slowly, I open my eyes, adjusting to the surroundings. “My king. She's awake,” a familiar voice nearby announces, and there's some kind of a cheer as glasses clatter together.

A single golden eye slowly opened within the darkness. And it was watching.

"I refuse to sit at home pretending patience while I wait to find out if I'll bury a grandson too." On the fifth day, his eyes opened. It happened without warning, I was reading aloud from one of Charlotte's picture books, some old instinct telling me his mind might still be listening even if his body wasn't ready yet, when his fingers twitched in mine, and then, slowly, his eyes fluttered open. "Noah?" My voice cracked, disbelief and terror and hope tangling together violently. "Noah, can you hear me?" His eyes found mine, unfocused at first, then slowly sharpening with recognition. "Jasmine," he rasped, his voice barely audible. "Where…"