With My Eyes Wide Open Book Novels & Stories

he said with his eyes closed. “Let me go!!” I cried out as I moved from left to right of the poleI was chained to. I could suddenly feel a strong force from up in my head, as it sent all the way down my spine cold chills. I had my eyes closed the moment I felt it explode in my head. And just then, I had my eyes opened gently as I could feel the spark running through my veins. Surprisingly, I could see things in a whole different dimension the moment I had my eyes opened.

Growling I sit up then hold the book "What's your problem, I know you're not fake so why are you hiding " " am not" The moment the book spoke I quickly let it go but it didn't fall off my hand, it remained in the air. " you..... just.... speak" stammer I crawl backward on the bed "How is a book speaking" " what do you expect lady, you have been making so much noise am forced to wake up "Two eyes open, a mouth shape forms then a nose, the book blinks then exhales loudly " It feels great to be awake again, I thought they are no more innocent women for me to eat "

"I need you to open your eyes then. You don't have to look at me, just open your eyes." ************ Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

But for the first time in my life, I was walking it with my eyes open, my heart unguarded, and the truth as my guide. TO BE CONTINUED

Intense light overwhelmed my senses, blinding and brutal. I gasped sharply, my eyes flying open— And, just then, I met a pair of cold, storm-grey eyes, staring directly into mine…

Nervously, I opened my eyes wider, unsure what to expect. I froze, stunned by what I saw.

My eyes flew open. And all I saw was blood.

Open your eyes and live, or sink into nothingness. *** A violent force pulled me into awareness. The stream of daylight blinded me as I jerked my eyes open. I blinked, and other senses returned. Pain overshadowed everything. It felt as if my nerves were left raw and someone set them on fire. My mouth opened to a silent cry as more of the pain consumed me. But then I felt it—the spirit within me.

My body was an amalgam of all the rot, all the putrefaction of the world, and yet my heart was human and mortal. I opened my eyes again, finding myself shining in that golden and perpetual tone as I glimpsed myself in the blue-violet irises of Miguel's eyes. I knew that Anne and Zylah could not see me shining, because they had no supernatural eyes, but they certainly noticed the magenta flames that gently scorched my eyes and must have felt something strange in the

I screamed, the agony ripping through every fiber of my being. "Patience," whispered the book in a hauntingly serene voice. And just like that, the torment ceased, leaving me gasping for air in sweet relief. As I cautiously opened my eyes, expecting to find solace in familiar surroundings, I was instead greeted by a world entirely foreign to me.