When His Eyes Opened Audiobook Novels & Stories

and pressed my palm flat to the tail, the warmth seeped into my skin like a non verbal response. The coils shifted slowly like a slow ripple, which was unexpected and although my brain was screaming for me to run away and never look back I couldn't move. I froze. I watched with wide shocked eyes as Slitted amber eyes opened with a glow focusing immediately on me. “Well,” came a voice more husky and masculine than all the smutty audiobooks I've listened to “it’s been centuries since anyone woke me with such… interesting intent.”

"What's wrong, what happened?" "Nothing's wrong." Kaelin started laughing, sounded hysterical even to her. "His eyes opened. They actually fucking OPENED." "What?" Rhea was across the room. "When? Show me." "I can't show you they're CLOSED now." Kaelin was still holding his face. "But they were open I SAW it." Elira came in carrying her bag, out of breath. "Someone said emergency?" "His eyes opened." Serna stepped back. "Kaelin saw it. Maybe ten seconds."

I ate only when someone forced me to, and even then I stayed close enough to hear if he stirred. And then, one evening, his fingers twitched. I froze, staring at his hand. “Julian?” Slowly, painfully, his eyes opened. They were heavy and glassy, but they were his eyes—stormy, endless, alive. My chest cracked wide open at the sight of them. “You came back,” I breathed, tears rising before I could stop them. He tried to speak, but only a rough sound left his throat. I poured water, held it to his lips, and guided him gently as he swallowed. His hand brushed mine, weak but real, and I almost broke right there.

He woke with a gasp, jerking upright, his eyes wild and unfocused. "What? Who?" He saw her. He froze. He blinked, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his hand. His eyes were bloodshot, rimmed with the raw red of tears that had dried hours ago. "Aurora?" His voice was a rasp. "You opened the door." "I did," she whispered. He looked at the open doorway, then back at her. He looked terrified to move, as if one wrong breath would slam it shut again. "Did you read it?" he asked. "The report?"

[Matilda] "Fuck," I cursed, trying to open my eyes. A sharp throb hit me like lightning, forcing them to shut again. I took a shaky deep breath and tried again. This time, my eyes blinked open, slowly adjusting to the harsh brightness "You're awake," A deep familiar voice rang out making my brows knit together. I quickly turned in the direction of the voice and for the next few seconds I felt my heart throb so hard in my chest as I came face to face with the same old man from two weeks back

My eyes slowly opened, I lifted my head slightly. “Adrian…” I whispered, but no response. I sighed softly. Then… I felt it. A slight movement. I froze. My breath caught. “…Adrian?” His fingers moved again. My heart started racing. “This is not my imagination…” I stood up quickly, leaning closer. “Adrian? Can you hear me?” His eyelids twitched. “Adrian!” I called softly, panic and hope mixing together. “Please… please open your eyes…” Then very slowly his eyes opened.

Ivy's POV The moment I heard his voice, I froze. For a split second, I didn’t know if I’d imagined it, if my exhausted, grief-clouded mind had finally snapped. “I’m awake now.” But then his fingers twitched beneath mine. Just a tiny movement. My heart skipped, and I looked up. His eyes were open. Barely. Just enough to see the deep brown I knew too well. But they were open, and they were looking straight at me.

The voice is smooth and deep, like a soothing baritone but it is mixed with a whirlpool of anxiousness and I struggle to open my eyes. There is pain, and at first, the pain consumes me like fire, burning me to the core but I follow the voice and struggle to return to consciousness. My eyes finally open with great difficulty and I am greeted by the most magnificent pair of jet black eyes ever to be seen. “You’re awake.” That voice. The voice that pulled me from the nightmare belongs to this man with jet black eyes. “You’re okay,” he says, his face merely inches from my own. I should run and hide from this stranger. But why do I feel safe in his arms? My brows knit together.

“Hey” a soft gentle voice filtered into her ears and Audrey slowly opened her eyes, at first she was wondering where she was until the beautiful face of the man in front of her came into view and she couldn’t help but ogle. How could a man be so pretty even without eyes? Maybe God was choosing favorites because this was one hell of a fine young man. “Are you ogling at me right now?” Nathan asked and Audrey gave an awkward scoff. “Of course not, I was trying to understand where I was. Why will I ogle at you?” She added with a pout and rolled her eyes, “don’t kid yourself”

My heart raced, and my body, which was stiff before, began to shift, and I could feel my cells transforming. I was still unable to open my eyes, but my body already moved, and I still couldn't see the figure that just arrived. “Amelia! The Divine Healer!” I heard the voice, loud and clear. A shiver ran down my spine as the figure made mention of my name. “I'm declaring and restoring a clear and good sight to you now!!!” The give came out loud again but commanding. Almost immediately, a sudden itchiness developed in my eyes; I started scratching it, as it paved the way for it to be opened. My eyelids opened—my sight was restored! I could see the views clearly.