Behind Her Eyes Book Novels & Stories

Both were shocked with this incident, Anya looks up and collides with his blue-green eyes. Anya raise her finger and traces on Sebastian's eyes making him shiver with her touch "Your eyes are so beautiful, so pure without any malice." Anya stares into his eyes with admiration and fascination then says "Why you always filled them with negative emotions? Or else they are the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen in my life." Hearing her words Sebastian holds her waist and pulls her closer to him then he touches his forehead with her and mumbles "Stop me before I lose control."

human girl hiding in the depth of my large bed looks at me without a single fear in her eyes. She watches me with one of her eyes watching from underneath her hair, her other eye hidden from me. I'm yet to get the color of her eyes because just yesterday they were the darkest shades of black I'd ever seen, dark as a stormy night's darkness itself. And tonight, they were shades of fading brown color, the type that appears to have rusty green pigment mixed with it. And they were beautiful. She doesn't budge and just watched my every move as I advanced toward her, half-naked. Other women would be scared and try to run and fight when I catch them. But not her. There's calculation in her eyes

Her hair was silver. Her eyes were mine. She was holding a newborn baby. A man stood behind her. His face was hidden. The woman whispered something. I couldn't hear the words. Then the man raised a blade. Blood spilled. The vision shattered. I stumbled backward. "What the hell..." A sound came from behind me. Footsteps. Slow. Heavy. I turned. Nothing. Then I saw two red eyes in the darkness. My heart slammed against my ribs. I stepped backward. The eyes moved closer.

"Let's return to our country." Just like that, Marcus and I secretly returned to our country. After dropping him off at Lambert Manor, I headed to Lucy's place right away. The sight of Cher's tear-streaked face made me visibly relax. "Stop crying, Cher. At this rate, you'll become a pufferfish from all the crying!"

Sat with her hands in her lap and her heart running too fast and the dream playing behind her eyes — the dark forest, the wounded moon, the sound of something running that she always knew was her. For the first time in twenty one years she didn't wake up before she saw what she looked like. She saw it now. Eyes closed in the back of a cab going home. Amber. Deep and burning and lit from within. The same eyes as his.

I hear every thud of her heartbeat as she packs her things—like a third eye, I see her leaning against a red box, stuffing it with clothes, her fingers still shaking. Across the room, her figure reflects in a mirror. Just as the sickening image of her on all fours for Silas remains a blur at the back of my mind, I see her now—her pink lips quivering as sobs escape them, nose blotched, face beet-red, the shuddering breath rattling her nostrils. I’m insanely, maddeningly aware of her, and the intensity of it is a threat. Mom never mentioned this third eye ability to peek at my mate, and it intrigues me as much as it delights Var.

“Told you, moonpie. You don’t get a choice.” She clench her hands together. She swallow back the scorn at back of her throat. She cleans the tears on her eyelid. Thank God she was at the dark, so he can't see her crying. She won't let this punk ass charlatan see how frail she's. He sat back against the couch, his pose unshaken, in spite of the fact that his look never cleared out her. She seem feel the weight of those eyes as she ventured closer, hips influencing in time with the bass.

As I walked out of the room, Amanda's desperate screams echoed behind me, but I never looked back. She was not sorry for what she had done. She was only afraid because she had lost everything.

⸻ And a woman stepped out. ⸻ Silver eyes. ⸻ Dark hair. ⸻ A calm smile. ⸻ Exactly like the girl from the memory. ⸻ Exactly like Nyra. ⸻ She held a black book in her hands. 📖🖤 ⸻ The title glowed. ⸻ THE END OF REALITY ⸻ Nyra smiled. ⸻ Then looked directly at Ilyaan. ⸻ And spoke the words that shattered everything.

She'll just read a book then. Sitting on a tall tree, she stopped when she realized that there was a child behind her. the person had his eyes closed and was actually sleeping. He was wearing a black coat so his head was covered with the coat's hood. He also had a mask on his face, covering half of his face, including his nose and mouth... And his eyes were the only thing she could see. With the sudden noise, his eyes snapped open, revealing his blazing and bloody red orbs. Her mouth was snapped shut as she stared at him. She found herself lost in his eyes. They seemed like a jewel....like ruby...and she found it strange that such eyes existed. They seemed fake like they asked for an artisan