Behind Her Eyes Book Novelas e Histórias

With great difficulty she picked up her books and bag and pushed a foot ahead. However, her heart slammed into her stomach and knees started shaking again when she noticed a pair of enraged black eyes stationed on her. Tbc...

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.

After my eyes were plucked out, I lay on the operating table with two empty sockets on my face, resembling that of a broken doll. Samuel Sterling felt no guilt. He picked up my eyes to examine them and praised them, saying, "Daeleen was right. These really are a beautiful pair of eyes! I promised you, Daeleen. I will make all your wishes come true." As the anesthesia's effect slowly wore off, I could not help but cry out in pain. Samuel finally turned his attention to me as if blaming me for interrupting his memories of Daeleen.

For her, it was a war she hadn’t survived. Her eyes stayed on the ceiling. Not crying. Not screaming. Just staring — because there was nothing left to do. She couldn't even understand what had happened to her. She was too innocent, too young and inexperienced to all of it. Her eyes were the first thing you’d notice — or would have, once. Wide, gentle things once full of questions and quiet wonder, the kind of eyes that still believed in kindness even after life had shown otherwise. They were the color of baby blue held by the lightest shade of ocean, but now they held no warmth. Only glass. Only distance.

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.

She was scared, not hurt. “I’m not leaving you again,” I said. “You’re lying,” she said, wiping her eyes. “I’m trying not to.” She looked up at me for a long moment. “Your eyes… they keep changing.” I froze. Malrik stiffened behind me. “Changing how?” I asked carefully. She shrugged in the helpless way traumatized people do when the world stops making sense. “Sometimes they look brown,” she whispered. “Sometimes they look like—” “Like what?”

He nods, “I’ll be here. As will your book.” She smirks and blinks, the dingy bedroom appears in front of her eyes and she hears him masturbating again. She rolls her eyes, and sits up. She grabs her shoes, and slides them on, grateful that they are slip on boots and that she’d left them on the far side of the room from the man. She walks to the bathroom, ignoring his hand moving fast on his cock, what she could see in her peripheral vision wasn’t that impressive.

Behind her eyelids, she sees dragon eyes: gold, hazel, blue, watching her with a wild reverence she’s never felt before. The heat hasn’t faded completely. Sparks still pop at the edges of her nerves, a restless afterburn that keeps her trembling. Thunder rumbles outside, the storm refusing to die. Someone’s release slicks her implicit thigh, but she’s too wrung out to care about whose it is.

She wasn't enjoying this. She looked heartbroken…..Completely shattered. "Please." She took a step forward. "You need to be careful." "Of what?" Her body shook. "Of what's coming." The fog around us suddenly darkened….The white mist turning gray…..Then black. My heartbeat accelerated. "What is coming?" The woman turned around and pointed behind her. At first, I saw nothing….Then shapes…..Shadows….Moving inside the darkness. Watching…..Waiting….Thousands of glowing eyes opened.

Girls are pretty too! She looked at me from top to bottom and was really annoyed seeing me wear a same coloured dress as hers. But I don't know what was she thinking after that. Her thinking went to deep that I waved my hand in front of her eyes to make her get back to her senses, "What are you thinking this deep" I am not thinking anything! You may leave" her eyes stared deep into mine. She couldn't resist her anger anymore. She directed her hand in the opposite direction.