Behind Her Eyes Book Novels & Stories

And take, again and again. A certain annoyance swirled within those innocence of her eyes. And I simply watched, almost amused as the flames erupted behind that dark pearls. A shadow of awe tinged around her eyes but it was soon dominated by that annoyance. How eyes so dark were able to read so easily as an open book amazed me...

I shrugged off the stinging feeling and resumed the journey. *********************** Unbeknownst to her, there indeed was a pair of smoldering eyes concentrated on her, like the gaze of a lion locked on its grazing prey from behind the mask of darkness provided by the wilderness.

What did she do this time, though? "Lisa?" He pursed his lips in wonder. "Who was she?" He decided to probe. "The beautiful girl in white dress. She had black, silky hair that reached her hips and ashen white skin. She also had a pair of alluring scarlet eyes. Once you stare at her eyes, you have drowned yourself in the abyss of nothingness, and you will lose your rationality for a moment. You're bound to do her bidding." Thalia's eyes are brimming with tears. "And, me foolishly trusting her even though my instinct said otherwise."

The beautiful brown eyes kept moving from right to left, tracing every sentence in a fantasy book that she was reading. As if not satisfied with the reading speed she was trying, her brown beautiful eyes moved even faster, as if her brain was getting more interested in the book she was digesting. Word by word, sentence by sentence, she continued to trace the direction of the story being told in the novel titled "Werewolf Kingdom".

But she doesn’t show herself, so I can only assume that my eyes are deceiving me. When I am almost to the hotel, I hear a noise behind me and see her in the distance. Her black eyes peer into mine and that smile sickens me, every time I remember what she has eaten before. I swear a few minutes later, that she is so much closer than she was just a minute earlier.

"Marcus, you're unbelievable! I never want to see you again!" I got into my car crying and drove away. I went to a bar alone, pouring bottle after bottle down my throat while my tears kept flowing. When I was nearly unconscious from drinking, Henry came to find me. "Why did you drink so much?" I clung to his arm, sobbing uncontrollably. "I've already decided to give up, so why does it still hurt so much!" He gently stroked my hair and said, "Georgina, stop looking back. Look forward—maybe happiness is waiting for you there."

Even now, the memory of her face lingered like an echo I could not shake . I remembered how she had looked at them yesterday at the hospital reopening event. Her look was not casually, not the way strangers admire children. No, her gaze had lingered too long, too intensely, as if she saw something only she could understand. Recognition. Grief. Longing. Why my girls? Out of all the children there, why had Amara’s eyes locked onto mine? Why do much interest in our lives ? I forced a smile, unwilling to let my worry show. “Girls finish your food before it gets cold,” I said softly.

She swiftly turned around and ran away from me, not bothering to pick up the herbs that she had dropped earlier, while I remained standing there, trying to replay the memory of what I had seen in her eyes. Her eyes shifted into something dark – totally black with a slit in the middle. A slit that was like an opening to another portal — and it was colored green. Her eyes stood out vividly in my memory. And first, I thought it was her wolf, until I remembered I had seen those eyes somewhere.

Her bright blue eyes are so bright, it’s like looking at the clearest sky. As sleep finally pulled me under, my dreams are so vivid, it’s as though I am there, reaching out to touch her just as she disappears. Panic rises within me as the scene around me fades,standing in a void of darkness, before she reappears always just out of reach. There is something behind her eyes, a sadness so deep.