Before Her Eyes Novels & Stories

She looked though my eyes, gaze into my soul. "This all starts way before you were born." She pressed her index fingers to the either side of my forehead, right skyward my eyes. "Good luck." She muttered and before I know I was knocked out in second.

Her brown eyes were slightly wide, staring at me with something I couldn't quite place, but not with pity like she had looked at me before I left her room. I raised an eyebrow, stunned by her presence. “What are you doing here?” I asked, skating slowly toward her.

She yells, raw rage in her eyes. Tbc.

Her gaze slowly climbed upward, taking in the outline of the figure standing before her. When her eyes met their face, her blood ran cold, her lips quivered and she couldn't speak.

Her voice was silkier than usual, so I knew Shia was in charge. Beast also pushed forward. “No one wants to fight you my love. You’ve just recovered from an attack and giving birth. You should be taking things easy.” Her eyes glowed even brighter. “She almost killed our babies. She wanted to kill our babies. That snake of a woman showed me that I’m not ready for her, but that’s the last time she’ll ever have one up on me. She’ll never again get the chance to see me fall.” Now that I was standing before her, I could see how her eyes really looked, and it was a magnificent sight. While her eyes were already something to marvel at, they now had little flames going through them. The flames were

And right before she finally slipped, blue steel gaze penetrated her very being. “Can’t you die too,” a stray tear fell down her eyes as her thought wished as she fell once again into an unconcious slumber.

she muttered under her breath as she reached out and pulled back the sheet. My pale, lifeless face came into view before her eyes.

B͟l͟a͟k͟e͟ "Winter?" She takes a step back and just stares at me, eyes wide and unblinking. She looks... Amazing. I blink. Friggin beautiful. Even more beautiful than she was last night. Her hair is in curls, long curls past her breasts. She's fresh faced, skin clear, but her eyes... Her eyes are tired and rimmed in red. "Winter?" I repeat, my voice holding a tinge of concern. Her mouth drops open but she shuts it quickly.

She wipes her tears before standing up and making her way towards the stairs while my eyes follow her before it flickers back, landing on her. She's standing there, her eyes wide and her jaw practically dropping to the floor. Fuck. Life just loves playing tricks on me, doesn't it?

She wasn’t like Malcolm and I—she couldn’t see in the dark—but somehow her eyes managed to find mine for a split-second before sliding sightlessly off. “What is…?” she began before trailing off. “What is happening? Who are you?”