When His Eyes Opened Audiobook Novels & Stories

Chapter one hundred and ten Heyley's pov I felt sprinkles of water all over my body. “Heyley, Heyley, I could hear Atlas' voice faintly call my name. "Heyley, please don't scare me like that again”, he said as a opened my eyes, I couldn't see him clearly all I could see was blurry, it took about thirty seconds before my eyes were wide opened, the guards were holding me tightly, I freed myself from their grip and adjusted my seat

I tried to open my eyes but couldn’t. “He’s stirring!” I heard a familiar voice speak beside me. Yet I couldn’t open my eyes and look around. Was Andrea here? I wanted to see her so badly! “Zion? Open your eyes, bro. You’re out of danger now!” It was Eros’s voice. His broken voice proved he was shedding tears for me. “I’m sorry, bro. Please open your eyes.” It was Maddox! “Please step out. I have to check him up!” It sounded like the doctor’s voice. I could feel everything, but I couldn’t open my eyes. Panic settled in my heart. Have I become blind? Was I in a coma?

I said nonchalantly with my eyes still closed. Silence! Pin drop Silence! He heard him taking a deep breath. " Open your eyes," he said. " Listen, I told you ...." I try to speak more, but he cut me off in the middle of my sentence. "I said Open your eyes, Dammit," he said in a gruff voice as he did in the storeroom. I almost filched by hearing his tone. I muttered some courage and opened my eyes instantly. My Eyes never saw such a fine specimen of man ever. The man standing in front of me was not less than a glistening diamond in the matter of looks. He was looking more handsome at a nearer distance.

AUTHOR’S VOICE [“It Goes On”] Eyes, teary eyes, slowly opened to welcome their vision to the warm, blinding golden beams of the just-risen sun — a frown wrinkled on a forehead where beads of sweat had temporarily found refuge. A hiss carried by the weight of pain and confusion released itself through the chapped lips that had been hopelessly parted.

The world is a sick, twisted place. Days passed. I changed his bandages. I made sure he was warm. I talked to him sometimes, even though he couldn’t hear me. I told him he was an idiot. I told him not to die in my bed. It was messy. On the fourth morning, his eyes opened. Just like that. No warning. They were cloudy at first, then they cleared and focused on me. He blinked. Swallowed. His lips were cracked. “Water,” he rasped, the word barely a sound.

That was the last thing I could say before blacking out. ….. I was hearing voices echoing in my ears, I tried opening my eyes to see those who owned the voices around me but my eyelids were like they had been glued with adhesives. 'Why can't I open my eyes?, am I dead?' I cried inwardly,my nostrils snorted when I sniffed in some alcohol, my eyes peeled open by themselves. "Thank goodness, that you are awake" the girl smiled at me, it had been a long time since I have seen anyone smile at me except Gamma Harrison.

Wouldn’t that be lovely? His eyes felt heavy, but his head no longer ached. He was quite certain it had before, though he didn’t know when, and he didn’t know why. He managed a blink, and then with some effort, he willed his eyes to come open. The room seemed bright, sideways, and was spinning. He decided to close his eyes again. “Aaron?” another voice called. “Open your eyes.” He knew he recognized that voice, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw Jamie’s familiar face, though he wasn’t sure why he had two of them. He shook his head in an attempt to focus, but that sent a radiating pain through his skull.

Then from somewhere deep within me, her voice answered. Not Zero. The wolf. “You’re mine. That’s who you are.” And I believed her. Far below the mountain, beneath the ruins of the Council’s frozen city, something ancient stirred. In a sealed cryo-chamber, a man opened his eyes for the first time in decades. His face looked like mine. His eyes burned gold. And his voice echoed in the silence: “She’s awake.” The lights overhead turned blood red. “Then it begins."

Her eyes flew open. Tbc... .

I loved him. I loved him enough to stay inside the wreckage beside him even knowing the walls could collapse on both of us. My gaze drifted back to his mouth. To the faint movement of his breathing. And that was the exact moment his eyes opened. No warning. No gradual stirring. No sleepy confusion. His eyes simply opened and locked onto mine instantly. The haze was gone from his expression now. No feverish delirium remained behind his eyes. His gaze was sharp, clear, devastatingly focused.