Behind Her Eyes Audiobook Novels & Stories

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

He saw the mouth open and closed a bit before he heard a whisper, “My eyes.” “Yes, yes,” he said before continuing to unwrap. Her entire face was visible then, she was bald with no hair, her skin which was pink like a newborn baby, but when she opened her eyes it was not of this world. Her eyeballs were milk-white, her iris was gold and the center was violet. “Your eyes,” he said looking at them with astonishment. “What?” she asked in another quiet voice.

But his eyes, oh, his eyes that looked just like his mother’s. The eyes that he could never forget, now haunted with him with the freezing cold gaze that could render him paralyzed. “Y-You’re still alive?!” Merry shouted by accident, quickly placing her hands over her mouth to silence herself from her bewilderment and shock. Emotions rushed up to her, memories and thoughts stormed her mind. ‘How is this possible?!’ the thoughts plagued her mind like a tape player placed on loop.

Ogali’. I pushed my glasses up my nose a bit then I sat down silently. ‘Psst!’, I heard from behind me. I didn’t turn of course. ‘Psst!’, I turned slightly and Beck Jameson was staring at me with his hazel eyes. I wasn’t scared of him like everyone else in school because minus the whole bad boy façade he is just a strangled little penguin to me.

She closed her eyes and let the music lead. And just like that, the walls she had so carefully built began to shift. Visions flared. A house with blue curtains. Hands clapping after a recital. Then flames. Walls melting. Screams muffled behind closed doors. A child’s voice crying for help. She missed a note. Another. Then stopped altogether. Tears welled. Hot, unforgiving. She pressed her palms to her eyes. It hurts God, it hurts. The remembering. --- Outside the glass room, Adrien waited.

She muttered words to herself, barely aware of what she was saying. "Those eyes... God, those eyes," she whispered, staring out the window but seeing nothing. "How can someone have such intense eyes? It's like they see right through me." She shook her head, trying to clear the image of Eamon's piercing gaze from her thoughts which was absolutely futile! "And that voice," she continued, her cheeks growing warmer. "So commanding, so... intoxicating. Ugh! geez! Heather, what is wrong with you?" Heather leaned back against the seat, closing her eyes briefly.

Asked the Prince eagerly. “I can try,” she said. She closed her eyes and let her third eye guide her. She could see the jagged rock fragments jutting out at different points as the ravine went on and on heading towards a seemingly infinite darkness. She let her mind traverse the darkness, wandering further down though she could not decipher much of anything. She also could not seem to locate Lynx. She was tried to delve deeper into the pitch black expanse but something awoke there. Bloodshot eyes with coal-black irises snapped open and then narrowed as though they could see or sense her. She recoiled, stumbling backwards as her eyes snapped open. Hayden grasped her by the arms and steadied h

“This… this is different.” I laughed once. Shortly and Bitterly. “Is it?” “Your eyes.” She reached up, hesitated for a bit then brushed the damp hair off my forehead with her fingertips. “They’re always this storm-gray. Like slate. But when you’re… alive… they catch light. Like there’s something burning behind them.” Her thumb grazed my temple. “Tonight they’re flat. Dull. Like someone turned the fire off.” I closed my eyes. I couldn’t look at her.

She said and walked in the house. She put the book on the nightstand with a loud thud. She could feel her anger, she wasn't that kind of person. She grabbed her side bag and stood in front of the mirror, brushing her hair. She froze as she saw a glimpse of gold gleaming in her eyes. It left a sickening dread in her stomach. She blinked and forwarded her face to see it clearly. His voice echoed in her mind, ' Are you alright?' Carefully, she watched the color of her eyes. She blew out a hot breath and relaxed when she saw her normal color.

There were noises and noises in her ears, causing her eyes to blink slowly, about to open them. "Where's Shanaya?" Mrs. Marmel's voice was heard clearly among those different voices. Aren't you dead yet? Aleister Black did not kill her as he said. The weight on her eyelids was weaker than his load, so she couldn't open her eyes, she lay in the unknown and all he was doing was her sense of hearing. She sensed someone approaching her and flinched when Shanaya forced her eyelids apart, causing her to see her face in front of her.