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We had not gotten that close to the bed when he spoke. "You came." His voice, weak and sounding like a forced whisper. "That means you got my letter." He said, not opening his eyes. Anthony and I got closer to where he lay. "You said you had something to tell me." I said to him, ignoring the fact that he talked like he was struggling. "Yes, I did." He said, opening his eyes. His aurora-colored eyes had totally faded. What happened here? Then his eye moved to Anthony. "Clinton Bourdain." He said to Anthony.

Up close, I could see better how beautiful the blue combined with honey of his left eye was, and how clear the honey color of his right eye was. Mason tilted his head. “Do you like my eyes?” I looked away. “No, they're just…” fascinating, different. “Different...” Mason said the word slowly as if evaluating something. Looking down, I could see the book resting on his lap: 100 Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez. A classic, huh? Mason lifted the book slightly. “I told you I liked to read.” "I didn't think you were telling the truth." He raised an eyebrow. "Have I ever lied to you?"

Akshara’s heart pumped more blood to know that she was the next to read that weird book with an eye. The book went to Azile who was got on her feet from an unknown faint. The weird look and efficiency of the book thrilled Azile and pages opened to her in words written in mud, “Awaken Love, Shall Not Be A Delight. Let Thy Onus, Vex Your Soul; Perish In Disgrace.” The prophecy book with an eye moved towards Akshara and stood in front of her. Upon eye to eye contact with Akshara, the book flipped its pages and finally settled in a page to uncover her prophecy; the letters appeared in blood made of gold. The prophecy of Akshara,

"She mumbled with her teary eyes as she look at him, he just stare at her with emotionless look.She came all the way here just to hear his judgement , insulting words? Her tears fall down and she quickly wipe it. She looked at him with anger and pain in her eyes. LIST OF THE BOOKS WHICH ARE NOT COMPLETED BUT ADDICITIVE ON THE WEBSITE *DAILY UPDATE* BOOKS BOOK 1 WE WERE DESTINED link- https://www.goodnovel.com/book_info/21000004472 PREVIEW- " Look miss. Don't get me wrong, okay? I am just making sure if it's really mine. I am a very busy and famous businessman. Now, if you are not so sure that that baby inside you is not mine then it will bring chaos and a big problem to my image and to my fa

CHAPTER 19: Their weakness. ALPHA REX. Sometimes, the memories of the past bite harsher when your eyes are open and the world around you isn’t bleary from a nightmare. ♣️♣️♣️ “He’s awake.” My eyelids were forced open by gloved fingers and bright light from something no smaller than a pen stung my eyes. It made me wince and struggle to have my eyes closed enough to get away from the bright light.

[AUTHOR'S VOICE] "Oh, Moon Goddess! I humbly request, please take away this pain. I am unable to breathe — my lungs are filled with smoke that hiss; I cannot scream my lungs out. Please heal my soul…!" —— Hesitatingly, a pair of startling chartreuse eyes slowly opened only to collide with a heavy set of bright dots that evilly pulsated effortlessly, to make the one who has just woken up from a dry, dreamless world, groan in response to their blinding reflections.

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it came from the bundle in my arms. My son, barely minutes old, opened his eyes. One emerald, one crimson—they locked onto the shadow entity with a focus that no infant should possess. He didn't cry. He didn't whimper. He let out a breath that smelled of ozone and ancient earth. And then, he roared.

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"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…"