Behind Her Eyes Audiobook Mga Nobela at Kwento

She shrugs, “I can see better now. There are three more over there in the distance. They seem worried about approaching.” She looks back at them and glares at them. She sees them talking to each other, and then turn and dash away. “They seem to be leaving.” He nods. She blinks and her vision slowly returns to normal, and everything seems dark again. He takes her hand and opens the van door, the inside light turning on as he does. She hops back inside. “What are you?” She raises an eyebrow, moves across the bench seat to the far side, and sits back. She closes her eyes, and sighs,

They were looking so pure that she couldn't help but become fascinated and she thinks "His eyes are so beautiful!" On the other hand Sebastian stares in those light brown eyes which were clear but still unclear like there was a veil which was protecting the emotions in those eyes and stopping him to see through her and that lavender scent was effecting him. Both were lost in each other's eyes and we're trying to read the other when their trance was broken by Ayaan's voice "Are you okay?" Sebastian leaves her and she stands properly then looks down and says to don't know whom "I'm fine, thank you."

When I looked at her eyes I found her beautiful from inside. "For a while I thought I had won a beautiful world. I could see a painful story in her eyes. I felt like I fell in Love with a world through her eyes. Her sparkled eyes told me a story that made my heart weep. The look in her eyes heals me. I wanted to wrap her in my arms and wanted to tell her that she is safe forever. She wear her truth in her eyes". Then suddenly I remembered that we were lying on the ground. And I'm in an imaginary world. I hurriedly got up from her. She stood up and walked towards her room. When she reached her door she turned back and looked at me and then she went inside her room.

In the underworld of Italy's most feared mafia, Ian Romero is a king - ruthless, cold, and untouchable. Molded by a father who showed no love, only control, Ian was raised to lead with an iron fist, not feel with a fragile heart. That is, until one mission throws him into the path of a mysterious, dangerous man named Alexander Volkov. Alexander is no ordinary stranger. With a sharp mind, a body carved by war, and eyes that see too much, he pierces straight through Ian's armor. Their connection is instant, raw, and terrifying. Ian wants to hate him. Instead, he ends up in his bed - and eventually, under his gaze, in his heart. But when a night of uncontrollable passion leads to an impos

Emily’s POV: I could hear the growling behind me and my heart skipped a beat. I knew something was there and it was watching me. While shaking in fear, I turned around to see that it was all dark and nothing was there. I gasped for air and looked around while breathing heavily when suddenly something glowed behind the bushes. My eyes began to get wide in shock and as I kept looking at it, two glowing yellow eyes appeared behind the bushes and I quivered and couldn’t breathe anymore. Breathing shakily, I stepped back and hit the tree behind me while looking at those eyes. They looked scary and monstrous and they were watching me. I could see my death in front of my eyes. I could see my body g

Everything that gets close to me disappears. “Sometimes, we give others the right to do what they do to us.” i heard a calm and soothing voice say beside me and although I wasn't expecting anyone to be following me, anyone but chloe but she wasn't the one rather a very beautiful lady, with bright hazel green eyes that seemed like they could see deep into your soul and fetch the truth out of a hardened liar.

as he looks at the girl Infront her . She listen to him quietly while looking at him with her bright eyes that catching his heart .Her eyes looks just the same while they are still a young children . She is still the same ,she still quitely look at him while he talks .

She closed her eyes, attempting to grasp onto the fading recollection of the last moments. In the midst of her thoughts, the image of those piercing gray eyes emerged vividly. "He... Zain..., Black," she murmured softly, her gaze shifting towards Misty. With a surge of panic, she threw off her blanket and bolted, driven by the instinct to find safety in hiding.

Gysla reveals. My gaze rises to her eyes and I pause. The colour is not the usual black. Her eyes have a tinge of bright — Earthy green. It makes me gulp. “ Once you go with them, you will never return unless you learn how to return and learn to never give in to a spirit’s temptation and learn to resist making any deals with them. ” She continues. Her words send shivers racing down my spine and only two questions arise in my mind. “ How did you know the voices were talking in my head? ” I inhale deeply, snapping my gaze to Cora who is sitting too still for my liking as if she is hypnotised.

“Run as much as you can. Hide everywhere and anywhere you can find places to hide yourself from me. But in the end, I'll always be there to find you, no matter where you go. You are mine, little one. No one can change that truth. You can hide. You can run. But you cannot escape me.” Daring a look backwards, she glanced over her shoulder fearfully. Her eyes met him in the enthralling, shining moonlight. His gaze was pinning her. She quivered at the vividness. Her gaze seemed to be lost in his, she noticed. It was him after all. Dark brown to demonic black. His eyes captured her in his. She forced her eyes away from his as if breaking the spell cast upon her without her knowing. Forcing her he