Behind Her Eyes Audiobook Novels & Stories

Her eyes are huge, glassy, haunted. She looks like she’s just seen a corpse climb out of its grave. Without a word, she holds the phone out to Damion. He reads. Darren: Mayday, mayday, let it begin. A silence drops like a hammer. Mel gasps, the sound brittle and broken. Her lips tremble as she forces the words out. “He’s back.” Her voice cracks. Her eyes, wide and petrified, sweep the room like she’s searching for somewhere to hide. “Darren is back.”

Everything inside me stops. No. Don’t do that, little nightmare. Her violet eyes stay locked with mine. She takes one step. Then another. Toward me. Fuck. The room erupts louder. I don’t hear any of it. All I can see is her. Lavender dress. Black curls. Violet eyes. Walking directly toward me like she has no idea she’s about to destroy every piece of restraint I’ve managed to hold onto. She stops in front of my chair. I look up at her. For once in my life, I have absolutely nothing clever to say. Aria looks nervous. Her cheeks are flushed, but she doesn’t look away.

Sideways, as though crossing a doorway required keeping one part of herself turned toward escape until the room proved, inch by inch, that it would not close behind her differently than promised. The back door opened to Omar first, then the woman from the transport board, then finally the child. M.M. stepped inside without stepping fully inside, her left shoulder still angled toward the dark drive beyond. One small duffel hung from her hand. The other hand remained pressed against the tied strip of cloth at her wrist, checking it every few seconds as though the knot itself might disappear if she stopped paying attention.

Grace spread her arms defensively. “Yes. She's not." Amaya spoke up too. I just stood behind them with a rigid heart. It was as if the cigar had wiped away my fear hormone. “Let me just follow her. I'll be back girls." I said with less concern, my voice deeper than usual. Grace turned to me, worries written all over her face.

The healer’s eyes snapped back to their natural hue. The whiteness bled away slowly, like mist retreating before dawn, until her irises were as they once were. She remained seated beside Lucien, her hands trembling faintly in her lap. Her head bowed, her hair shielding her face. She could not speak… not after what she had just witnessed in the endless current of the vision. She rose abruptly, pushing herself to her feet with a suddenness that betrayed her desperation to leave.

Lise cried out loudly as her butt hit the granite, and might have wounded her as well. “Open your eyes,” Andreas spoke in a commanding tone. Yet Lise did open her eyes, she fisted her hands by her side still praying and hoping God would save her from this monster. “Open your eyes.” He snarled and practically spat on her face. The chill of his voice reached down into her cells as she was beginning to scum into the darkness. Her brain ceased to work and she wasn’t able to comprehend what he was actually saying. Her pulse ran wild on her neck, which didn’t go unnoticed by Andreas.

Covering her face with a vile, leaving only her eyes uncovered. Already going back on words of not forgiving Ruby, Eric's heart melted. Eric nearly lost his breath. She looked exactly like he saw her one month ago. Her blue eyes was enough to give away her beauty. She looked so beautiful with just those dark blue eyes of her. He knew that no matter where she goes, if he sees those eyes, he will know it's her. He will always recognize those beautiful blue eyes anywhere.

Her eyes met those of her companions, and in their shared gaze, they found a shared understanding—a unity forged through trials, a harmony born of courage. The battle had ended, but the journey was far from over. As Elysia looked towards the horizon, a sense of purpose ignited within her. The clash of energies had revealed the strength that resided within her, a strength that would guide her and her companions towards the challenges that lay ahead. With renewed determination, they set forth, ready to unravel the mysteries

, 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.