Behind Her Eyes Audiobook Novels & Stories

The whites of her eyes scare me. I'm not sure she can hear you Theo Rex points out. No fucking shit... 'Doc, I think there's something wrong with her. Her eyes a pure white and she cannot hear me' I mind-link. 'Just follow her I will come to find you' he tells me quickly. So that is what I do, I grab her hand holding onto it so she cannot storm ahead of me again as she walks blindly through the wood, over the bunker door that's hidden in the long grass out here.

Her emerald eyes glisten as she checks each page of the album, humming a lullaby that matches her mood. She raised her head and looked at the door when someone knocked, still smiling ear to ear. "Please come in." She answered kindly. Her voice was sweet with an American accent. A woman in a dark suit wielding a katana on her back lowered her head when she entered and saw the woman. "Madam? We have already executed your plans." Her protruding green eyes went wide blissfully when she heard the good news. "That fast? Excellent work! Finally." She stood from her seat and proceeded towards the glass wall, which faced the sunset in the west. Her face is beaming with joy, but deep in her eyes, even

But she was still hearing the sound of the footsteps of the beast arriving closer than expected. She holds herself as she was shaking, although she just bent down at the corner. Hoping that the beast will not see her when he gets in. Although she didn't latch the door of the room, so... She sighted something huge with pure red eyes arriving, although she couldn't see the body But she can see only the eyes, she can see how it was glittering so reddish. And with what she saw no one needed to explain anything to her again. She understands on her own that the red eyes are not ordinary.

I hear every thud of her heartbeat as she packs her things—like a third eye, I see her leaning against a red box, stuffing it with clothes, her fingers still shaking. Across the room, her figure reflects in a mirror. Just as the sickening image of her on all fours for Silas remains a blur at the back of my mind, I see her now—her pink lips quivering as sobs escape them, nose blotched, face beet-red, the shuddering breath rattling her nostrils. I’m insanely, maddeningly aware of her, and the intensity of it is a threat. Mom never mentioned this third eye ability to peek at my mate, and it intrigues me as much as it delights Var.

I should ask him after the meal was over. On his right was a smiling short woman. She had dark hair, a mix between brown and black, and freckles all over her face. The woman beside her gave me a small smile. She had hair as white as snow. Her eyes were golden like fire. She seemed timid. There was another woman on the Head’s left-hand side. She had only one eye. The other eyelid was sewn shut. So were her lips. I shuddered and gulped down the scream that almost left my mouth.

As I walked out of the room, Amanda's desperate screams echoed behind me, but I never looked back. She was not sorry for what she had done. She was only afraid because she had lost everything.

She wasn't enjoying this. She looked heartbroken…..Completely shattered. "Please." She took a step forward. "You need to be careful." "Of what?" Her body shook. "Of what's coming." The fog around us suddenly darkened….The white mist turning gray…..Then black. My heartbeat accelerated. "What is coming?" The woman turned around and pointed behind her. At first, I saw nothing….Then shapes…..Shadows….Moving inside the darkness. Watching…..Waiting….Thousands of glowing eyes opened.

she said "So listen" I sighed ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ I now came back to my seat and was pretending to work with a goofy grin on my face. Today's temperature is too nice isn't it? My one eye was fixed to the entrance and the other towards my watch. Someone have to be here now. No one seemed to come so I turned towards my computer

Thick dark hair covered her tiny head, black as night against her pale skin. But when she opened her eyes, the world changed. They were not the color of any wolf’s eyes. Her eyes shone with pure liquid gold, as if the most sacred sparks of Aura Prima had taken residence within her gaze. It was an ancient, wise look in such a small face. "She is..." Corin whispered, reaching out her arms.

Her eyes widened. Just slightly. Just barely. The kind of widening that happened when something landed and the brain started moving faster than the face could keep up with. And I watched her—I couldn't help it, I was looking right at her—I watched her eyes go somewhere else entirely. Not the room. Not the doctor. Somewhere behind her own expression, somewhere internal, connecting something to something else with the quiet efficiency of a woman who had been paying attention for a very long time. Her eyes dropped briefly—just for a fraction of a second—to somewhere around waist height. Like she was seeing something that wasn't in this room.