Behind Her Eyes Audiobook Novels & Stories

Her hazel-brown eyes were glowing, radiating an otherworldly light. Stumbling backward, her ears became overwhelmed by the sudden cacophony of sounds. The distant chatter of conversations, the rustling of books and papers, even the subtlest movements from a distance, all converged into a deafening din. She could hear it all, her senses had become extraordinarily heightened.

It was followed by a grunt and I turned in the direction of the sound, my eyes widening to twice their size as we locked eyes. "No one will hear you," The woman continued, tears spilling from her bloodshot eyes. "No one did. There's no point," Her hoarse voice cracked and all the strength in my bones died. "Who... who are you?" It came out muffled against the gag. "and what are—" "Ah, I see you've met my wife, Julia." Shivers ran down my spine as the room flickered to life with bright lights. My breath hitched as I came face to face with him.

And it was the longest stretch of silence I have ever incurred, even though it was only probably ten minutes, it seemed a heck of a lot longer. “Tell me about your eyes.” She finally spoke, her sweet melodic voice, soft and curious. Out of everything I told her that was what she asked. “Ever since I met you, your eyes have been almost black. Void of emotion. Closed off. But now, they are bright and golden brown. I can see every emotion reflected through them. Why? What changed that you haven’t told me?” Shit. She always could sense when something was being hidden from her. I gulped down the lump in my throat and glanced around the room at each person my eyes finally landing back on her.

But What? Taking a seat beside the window, elegantly she removed her shades and placed it on the small table. Her eyes that lacked light and spirit peered outside the white floating clouds. They were no longer hidden behind those brown contact lenses. Her natural emerald eyes were dimmed with gloom and exclude melancholy. The scene from the previous night began to play before her eyes.

For a moment, he sighed and then raised the frames of his drooping glasses to the bridge of his droopy nose. “Please come in, Madam. See! It's a miracle. Your husband is awake and able to speak normally." The doctor stepped out after tapping my shoulder a few times. We look. The doctor's height made me have to look up a little to freely see his face. The wind whistled in my ear. I flinched and turned my gaze to the corner of the room. "Jack!" I cried to myself when I found a man with bare chest and piercing eyes standing like a silhouette in the corner of Kevin's treatment room.

“W-what do we do? Please save her.” Beulah reached across the table and pressed her hand to his lips. “Shhh, eh?” She paused, then withdrew her fingertips from Richard’s mouth and ran them over the pages one more time, her onyx irises sparkling. She stared into the egg-sized riverbed quartz, took a long steady breath, and at once began talking in random fragments. “So much death. So . . . much. Eye drops. My gold ring. Mustn’t forget . . . ” The spasms hit, contorting her face. “Trapped inside this stinking body, this rotting cage of flesh and old bones far too long. TIME . . . TO . . . GO.” She tore clear and came to herself at last, slamming the German Bible shut and shoving it away from h

'i heard her say to the counter lady 'can I please get an ice? The woman smiles with a nod and turns away to get her the ice. I forced my gaze down the moment she turns around to see me again. And my heart actually beat way faster because I thought she'd caught me staring at her. I decided fixing my gaze on this damn old table in front of me would be the best thing to do as I started hearing her walk towards me. I felt her press the ice against my chin where the douchebag had hit me earlier. I looked up immediately to find her eyes perched on mine. Her oval eyes had the deepest shades of Auburn,encased with a Toffee outer casing shades. I could suddenly see the different shades of brown her

The silence deepened as her subconscious moved to the right eye, pressing her lips gently against the closed lid for the second time. After she finished, she pulled away and shifted her hands from Mayari's cheeks to cover her eyes. Even her hands shared no warmth, they were icy against the skin, a chilling reminder of the strange connection between them. "I can't heal your eyes." She said, "However... I can... give you mine."

I whispered, looking at my left and right while my ears were picking sounds from the door where Red entered. Calla stared at me with those beautiful and gentle eyes of her. Having recalled what Cynthia warned me before, I looked away. She's right, after all. In those few seconds I looked at her eyes, it seemed to have a pulling force, drawing you to stare at her longer. Having said no words other than those implied by the silent message of her eyes, I stepped away. Calla also walked over to the nurses' table and announced her plan to withdraw from her request. A nurse then stood up and led her back to her bed.

I just learnt how to get a hold of my powers, and the witch hunters were going to be here soon. The woman screamed again. The labour was proving difficult. I could hear the baby straining. It was a girl. I had to think fast, so I did the only thing I could do. “Sameli”. I whispered into the air and everyone fell asleep. I walked slowly to the pregnant woman. She was asleep too. I woke her up. It was dangerous for the Baby. She opened her eyes slowly, and they were the prettiest blue eyes I had ever seen. I saw worry etched on her face. Her veins popping out and going in. Pain. She was in pain.