Behind Her Eyes Audiobook Novels & Stories

“You can. You will. Look at something reflective—your shower glass, the mirror—anything.” There was a pause. A long, tense pause. Then she whispered, “Okay.” I heard her barefoot steps brushing softly across the tiles, her breath trembling against the phone speaker. “Ray…” She swallowed hard. “I’m looking at the mirror now.” “Good. Tell me what you see.” “I see… I see myself.” A shaky exhale. “And behind me—” My heart slammed against my ribs. “Behind you what?” She didn’t answer. I heard her inhale sharply, like the air had been yanked from her lungs.

As I made my way towards the hall I saw a girl with jet black hair facing the windows As she heard my footsteps she turned around My breath stopped for a second. The only word that came to my mind was. Beautiful Deep blue eyes were staring at me with innocence. I moved towards her but as I took my first step Ezra's face came in front of me The day I first saw her eyes while I held her tiny body in my arms The fear in her baby blue eyes The mask that covered her face The way she stepped back when I tried to remove her mask The way she vanished just like she came Automatically I closed my eyes

Her back hit the door as she backed away. Those red eyes were staring at her. She banged on door hard. "Open the door please! Help! Falcon please help me!" She screamed. Her eyes were blurry because of tears flowing through them. She breathed heavily as anxiousness swallowed her. She froze when she heard someone chuckle behind her. At this moment she was scared, horror- stricken. She slowly turn around and looked at those eyes. But she couldn't see a thing. The lamp was still on but her blurry eyes were making it dificult for her to see anything. The red eyes were gone all of sudden.

I ordered softly. She raised her head and her eyes were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my entire 35 years of living. Her golden brown eyes felt like fire, flames burning with passion, fierce looking flames. “How did you know?” She whispered. “I have my research very accurate!”.I smiled. I wanted to see more of her eyes… “I just couldn't bear wearing glasses all around looking like a nerd!” She explained.. “You will look beautiful on both sides!” In an instance she pulled me into a kiss

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

“The same eyes.” A sharp pain exploded behind my eyes instantly. Flash A woman screaming. Silver light consuming an entire room. Blood splattering across stone walls. Golden eyes filled with horror. Then— a voice whispering softly near my ear: “She was the last heir before you.” Present I staggered backward sharply. Kael caught me immediately. “What did you see?” My breathing became ragged. “There was another.” Silence. Dead silence. The creature smiled wider. “Now she remembers.” (Adrian’s POV)

I lifted my head to look at him and my eyes widened when it landed on his face. His eyes... His green eyes... green like an emerald. I gasped when realization dawned upon me. "Finally, I was able to connect with you." He said while looking straight at me, his voice was echoing in this dark void. My lips parted with shock. My mind can’t seem to process what the heck is going on. I can’t move any part of my body. I feel like I’m frozen like a statue, even my eyes were locked on his. What am I exactly seeing right now?

But the woman who stepped into my living room was slight. She had Maeve’s delicate bone structure and hair the color of midnight streaked with silver. But it was her eyes that stopped the air in my lungs. They were the lethal grey of a winter Atlantic, eyes that had spent thirty years reading rooms, dissecting weaknesses, and navigating the kind of power that didn't need to raise its voice to be heard.

She turned her head toward me, her eyes flashing with a triumphant, malicious satisfaction that cut through the morning light. "Oh, Elena," Vivienne murmured, her fingers lingering on Julian’s collarbone before she slid off the desk, her red heels clicking against the floor. "You really need to learn to knock when the executive suite is in executive session." My heart did a single, violent kick against my ribs, but my face remained completely static. I forced my posture into a line of absolute corporate indifference, refusing to let the cold coil of disgust in my stomach reach my eyes. ‘Look at him,’ my mind whispered, a bitter, venomous clarity hardening behind my skull.

She asked, but her voice was frighteningly calm. I gulped. "I got tired of using it, Your Majesty. I want to see the world with my eyes, while I still…" I need to be quiet. "I mean, I want to see everything that I couldn't all those years. I'm tired of being afraid of what I'm going to see, death comes to everybody and there's nothing we can do about it. It's not like I'll cause someone's death with my eyes, I'm just going to see it. Although most people don't seem to understand that, or rather, they don't want to. And that's okay, I don't mind people blaming me for it, not anymore. I just won't stand being accused of something I didn't do, like killing someone especially because I didn't wa