Yuri Real Eyes Novels & Stories

I kept my gaze fixed on her as she exchanged pleasantries with others, smiling as friendly as I would never do. “Yoo!Adele's so unbelievable. Yuri had muttered into my ears and I turned to look at him, shooting a warning stare his way. He closed his mouth the moment his eyes met with mine and he then slowly moved backwards. He knew exactly what those eyes meant, don't you fucking dare call her name. He was trying so hard to get back into my good book.

“I almost forgot to tell you. There's this super hot guy I'm currently seeing. He's a beta to one of the renowned alphas. I can't wait for him to finally ask me out.” Sandra squealed in pure excitement. “We even have a dinner date tonight.” “That's lovely. It means I'd have to leave soon for you to spend time with this hot dude.” She took out her phone and was already showing me his pictures. He was tall, taller than her at least and not so muscular. His eye colour was regular black, not peculiar like Malcolm's green eyes, but he was still good-looking.

"Is this retribution for all the things I have done?" The next day, Zoe had a nightmare. In her nightmare, all her limbs had been tied, and she could not move. When she opened her eyes, she saw a man dressed in black holding a dagger. The man pressed her head down with one hand while his other hand plunged a dagger into her eye. He used the dagger to gouge her eyeballs out! "Ah—!" Zoe screamed miserably! This was not a dream! This was real! Both her eyeballs had been gouged out!

My inner thought disagrees with my eyes. How did that happen? I can’t bring myself to believe what I just saw. It doesn’t make any sense. His grey hair is now black and short around the side but falls across his forehead messily, and his brown eyes, now ocean blue eyes; they are the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen. His face is now perfect just like an angel’s. His body would be incredible too- I could see that even though it is covered with a T-shirt and ripped jeans. I took in all the new features of him as I shrieked in my position. I couldn’t bring myself to believe that he is the old man I was talking to earlier.

Nervously biting my lips, I am caught off guard by a large hand that holds the tip of my chin, meeting Yuri's shining eyes with his sunglasses pushed up on his head. Seeing him so relaxed and handsome like this, I glance around at the security guards who are chatting, some of them heading towards the small gas station. “Lyana.” I look back at him, drawn in by the intensity of his gaze, making my heart skip a beat. “How about some snacks?”

"Was that some sort of translator?" "My apologies, but what do you mean by translator?" I've come to realize that their comprehension was limited. Might be because we didn't come from the same world or where am I again? A parallel universe? Another world? Another planet? "Nevermind," I responded. "Young miss, the name was Pierre," a man with red eyes said. "Merko," came from man whose grip was still at the bowl. A sickening feeling then again reverted. "I am Yura," said the one with purple pupils.

When I open my eyes, Ruarc is gone, leaving me hot and bothered and I'm staring into Sia's white eyes. Oh shit!

Huge like hulk, Yurii has a tendency to make people pee in their pants just at his one glare. That being said, he is stationed at the casinos to deal with stupid fuckers even though his ultimate desire to work as an enforcer. "You can collect their broken limbs if you want to add to your collection." I spoke as I watched Yurii impatiently cleaning his blade and axe. With a click of his tongue he smirked at me, "I am looking forward to collecting different eyeballs. Blue. Black. Green." That's insane. "Denis told me they have colorful eyes!"

Not only was it shocking, but his being was also emitting a dangerous aura, inducing an indescribable chill in Haydn. “What are you standing there for? Greet Brother Tyr,” said Zachery. Haydn regained his senses and hurried over. “Hello, Brother Tyr. I’m Haydn Yates. Is there something you want with my humble self?” Tyr did not answer but studied Haydn. His gaze finally rested on that fake eyeball in place of Haydn’s left eye. “Do you remember me?”

Damon quizzes “Why not? It was my time to put my stamp on the world beyond my house and I wanted to be notice so for most of the time outside of home I had 2 different coloured eyes! And I thought it looked amazing!” I giggled “Your already have the most beautiful eyes” Damon said as he cupped my face to kiss me “I know it sounds dumb now but back then I thought it was cool, once my family died I couldn’t keep using them, the crying made them hurt my eyes!” My tone went to sadness and my eyes filled with tears Damon hugged me, said I don’t need to feel sadness while he’s around