Behind Her Eyes Audiobook Novels & Stories

, Fleki whispers, “No, I can hear her heart beating.” Rubbing my eyes as they opened, briefly blinded by the late afternoon sun beaming through the forest canopy above where I lay. I squinted, and when my eyes finally focussed, I realised a pair of eyes glistening with gold, and long black lashes that curled upwards, so intensity that made me gasp, were staring right back at me. “Please don't hurt me “. Frantically I started searching the ground for something to protect myself with. Then, realising my search was futile, I abruptly sat up, trying to muster as much dignity as I could.

It’s funny to say it out loud but I have no reason to not trust them. Wait. I said our enemies! Oh I need to get some fresh air. My eyes opened and I stilled as a rock. My eyes watching a pair of purple ones from behind me as I stared into them from the mirror. Those purple eyes gaped right back at me and I shivered. Is this another attack? Someone is behind me yet I could not utter a single sound. My heart was racing but I was confused because those eyes kept watching me as if they were studying me.

Avery stared at herself in the mirror and flashed back to when she lost her sight. Her eyes suddenly became blind then, and her mood had fallen to rock bottom. Nervousness, fear, and unease filled every nerve in her body. She thought that if she finally called Elliot, he would definitely come and take her to the hospital. After listening to the recording, Mike pressed pause. "Avery, why are you crying?" Mike saw that her eyes were wet and immediately put the phone aside and brought her a tissue.

SO PLEASE TAKE ME AWAY FROM HERE, FROM THIS WOMAN. Magically when l opened my eyes she wasn't in front of me. I rejoiced but l just walked few steps when l had a voice behind me saying; YOU THINK YOU HAVE WON. I turned back and saw her again. This time her eyes were changing to all of the three colors. RUN the voice again. I started to run even though l knew that am not good at it. But what surprised me is that l run and created a distance from her.

And take, again and again. A certain annoyance swirled within those innocence of her eyes. And I simply watched, almost amused as the flames erupted behind that dark pearls. A shadow of awe tinged around her eyes but it was soon dominated by that annoyance. How eyes so dark were able to read so easily as an open book amazed me...

he explained, carefully maintaining eye contact. She accidentally averted her gaze to the glass podium reflecting the slashes across her face. A horrifying shrill reverberated beyond the function halls and enough to be mistaken coming from a wounded crow. Later she realized it was hers. Truly ironic since people described hers as the voice of a siren. "No, no, no!" she protested in fits of hysterics, tempted to touch her face but hesitant at the same time.

As the figure finally stands before her, towering over her with an intimidating presence, Audrey's eyes meet theirs. Through the tears clouding her vision, a mix of concern and astonishment washes over her face. She tries to focus on the person in front of her, her mind racing with questions and fear. Desperately searching for any sign of mercy or understanding in their gaze, Audrey's heart sinks as she realizes the gravity of her situation. She knows she must gather her courage and strength to navigate through this harrowing ordeal.

Mr Toffee's husky voice stepped into Amethyst's elucidations. Turning to the tall being next to her with widened eyes— her bemused self met with a pair of grey eyes that were slowly turning black the moment she fixed hers to focus on them. She remained in the same place, huddled in confusion— her eyes remained in contact with the burning eyes before her.

For her, it was a war she hadn’t survived. Her eyes stayed on the ceiling. Not crying. Not screaming. Just staring — because there was nothing left to do. She couldn't even understand what had happened to her. She was too innocent, too young and inexperienced to all of it. Her eyes were the first thing you’d notice — or would have, once. Wide, gentle things once full of questions and quiet wonder, the kind of eyes that still believed in kindness even after life had shown otherwise. They were the color of baby blue held by the lightest shade of ocean, but now they held no warmth. Only glass. Only distance.