When His Eyes Opened Audiobook Novels & Stories

Panic and heat twisted together until I squeezed my eyes shut. “Open them.” The rough sound of his voice made my eyes snap open. “Watch,” he ordered.

LUKE I OPENED MY eyes to the blinding light of a white room. My right arm was elevated at the side. I can faintly hear some person’s voice but I can’t understand what they’re saying. What I can hear clearly was the beeping sound of the vitals monitor. I heard the door open and my lips curled to a smile when I heard the joyful voice of my father, Noah Abraham Vargas. “My son’s awake! He’s opened his eyes!” He exclaimed. The doctor and the nurse rushed in.

Audrey POV: I opened my eyes to extremely bright light and shut them immediately, hissing at the intensity. Then I waited for a moment when the eyes would possibly relax, and seemed less than before. So I opened my eyes, briefly roaming everywhere, before looking at the edge of my bed.

So I opened my eyes, battling the pains and the constraints that tried to pull my resolve and fling it to the nearby bush, hoping to understand why the pain was so unbearable and why it seemed I was closer to heaven than a one hundred years old grandma. The first voice that greeted my ears as my eyes flew open, were unmistakably my kids. In fact, I gave myself the benefit of doubt to confirm again, hoping to check that I wasn't wrong or hallucinating. And immediately I had confirmed, all my senses fell open, my paternal instinct taking charge holding me accountable to whatever must happen and helping me at least lean forward to still gather more information about the shrieks and the racking

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.

My eyes abruptly opened. Did I hear him wrong?

He tied to open his eyes again while begging God to give him a chance to live. Until finally slowly Noah was able to open his eyes. The first thing he saw was blinking light that pierced his eyes and made him close his eyes again. After blinking a few time and getting used to the light, Noah finally opened his eyes. Just then, the old woman who was looking down while praying looked up and her eyes met his. "Aaron my son...... oh my God you're awake!" whispered the old woman who turned out to Emily Specter with a shocked face. Noah stared at Emily for a few moments before he finally hissed, "Mrs Specter......" in a husky low voice.

Knox can’t die here, in the snow, with that bastard watching like it’s entertainment. “Please, I need you, please wake up.” Over and over. The same words. Pounding against his chest between each one. “Please, baby, I need you, please wake—” His eyes snap open. No warning. No twitch, no flutter of lashes, no gradual return. One second his eyes are closed, blue, lifeless. The next they’re OPEN, and they’re not his eyes anymore. They’re gold. Molten, burning, inhuman gold, like someone lit a fire behind his irises and let it blaze.

~ Kevin ~ ~ After Ellie’s Capture ~ My vision was blurry as I opened my eyes. I viewed the area. I didn’t know where I was, so I began to move around. A rattling sound was heard, and my movement felt constricted. “You’re awake! I thought you would never open your eyes. Hello,” a strange voice said. “You.”

I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut. “Open. Your. Eyes” The man ordered, sternly. His voice had a way of nestling between my legs, giving the organ between them a pulse. His breath was rigid. My eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze and the time stopped. “MATE…” we both let out in unison.