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He closed his eyes and breathed heavily for what felt like an eternity. Without opening his eyes, he said, “Contact the Silver Mountain Pack again, I need Sebastian’s input.” When he opened his eyes, they were bloodshot. “Let’s spar, Nick!” “Aargh!”

I blinked, rubbing my eyes and shaking my head at the thought that I was dizzy from the climb and seeing things that weren't there, when I opened my eyes and looked again, this time the gaze was close and the view unmistakeable. It was..... Blue eyes. Wait, does Mac have blue eyes?

Closing the door behind her, she shook her head, a small smile on her lips. What a drama queen. . . . The next day, Naomi was cleaning changing his bandages when he stirred, his eyes twitching. It didn't take long for it open, his eyes landing on her. She bit back the gasp that formed when she saw his light-grey orbs staring back at her. Indeed, he has beautiful eyes. The most beautiful one she has seen. She pulled away from him, taking a deep breath. His unfocused gaze soon cleared and his eyes began asking the questions. " You're awake. Welcome to earth, stranger."

my eyes widen JESSES POV I walk towards my office my secretary rushes to me " Sir there's someone waiting for you at the office". "who is it?". " I don't know, but you might be-"i open the door. I couldn't believe me, I felt my heart instantly fall out of my chest, I rub my eyes with my hands hoping i wasn't dreaming or seeing things. She wears a smile, she stands up from the chair, she walks toward me "Hi, honey".

Mavis and Rose were trying to study me while Marcus and James just stood at the opposite side of the room awaiting their Alpha The nurse also stood by in the corner, waiting. Then he came. His eyelids slowly peeled themselves off of his eyeballs. His eyes. His beautiful blue eyes. Ithink I missed his eyes more than what's healthy. When he first opened his eyes he looked lost. His eyes were frantically searching all over the room until they focused on me. Then he sat up and I moved back a bit to maintain the safe distance. He frowned a bit as he regarded me, his eyes roamed my face and when they landed on my shoulder, he immediately zoned out.

He didn't say anything at first; he just sort of leaned in and displayed those incredible eyes, and I definitely saw the dark iris in his eye. Yes, this guy, but not any ordinary guy. There was something strange, like extremely strange, in the way he was staring at me. He simply nodded and remained silent, giving a little smile as if he completely understood. I tilted my head and eyed him. “What’s your deal?” The man shrugged and eyed me up and down as if checking me out as well. "Just passing through," he said, kinda difficult to hear him over the music. “Saw you. Thought you might be fun.”

As I got ready to take my third step, my legs felt weak and gave from underneath me. I feel strong hands grab my arms and then lift me bridal style. “You shouldn’t be out of bed, you haven’t had time to recover.” I looked up at the person, despite not being able to see in the woods, the familiar gold eyes stared back at me. I take in his features and he has short dark brown to red hair styled messily and an impassive expression, other than the slight worry I can see. I start to realize that looking at him this close up he kind of looks like a masculine version of myself.

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

I keep trying to keep my eye open, but I am exhausted. My eye shoots open when I hear the sounds of screams coming from the distance. Unable to stop the smile that appeared on my face. Someone is my avenging angel, and I know in my heart who it is. As the door opens, I can barely see who stands there. My vision is distorted, and I don’t know if I am imagining him.

Hannah's eyes followed the movement of my fingers. For some reason, I wasn't happy about it. If Hannah could see me, did that mean her eyesight would never recover? "Oliver, are you here with me?" Blake looked at Hannah with a grave expression, probably thinking she was losing her mind. After all, her nightmares had been getting worse lately. She would often wake up screaming my name, and no amount of sleeping pills could help her rest. "Oliver, I finally found you."