Behind Her Eyes Book Novels & Stories

“No, I want to know how the hell you can see him. You looked him in his eyes, didn’t you?” Zuri hissed and tossed a glare at the Whisperer. “It does not matter. You are asking all of the wrong questions!” She passed in front of the bookcase and swept out her arm, gesturing to the curtain of beads that led to the front door. There was a sharp tug in my gut, one that forced my eyes to the shelves she stood in front of. Books were stacked haphazardly, some older than others, but that wasn’t what had the alarm bells in my head squealing.

The silence deepened as her subconscious moved to the right eye, pressing her lips gently against the closed lid for the second time. After she finished, she pulled away and shifted her hands from Mayari's cheeks to cover her eyes. Even her hands shared no warmth, they were icy against the skin, a chilling reminder of the strange connection between them. "I can't heal your eyes." She said, "However... I can... give you mine."

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.

I held her. Her hug was tighter than I expected. She smelled like coffee and vanilla shampoo. And something in me cracked open a little. When she pulled back, her eyes were red. “You cut your hair again,” she said, touching my forehead like she needed proof I was real. “Yeah.” “You look… tired.” “I am.” A silence stretched between us. But it wasn’t cold. Just full. “I saw the video,” she said finally. I nodded. “I didn’t know,” she whispered. “Not really.”

"If you don't want me to say it, then don't proceed with the donation." "Alright," I answered. Jordan's expression soured. "Hazel, what the hell do you mean?" I smiled weakly. "I still want to behold the world with my eyes. Can't I do that?" Pursing his lips, Jordan stared at me with a gaze as deep as the abyss. "Say that again." "I don't want to give her my eyes." Without a moment of hesitation, Jordan slapped me harshly.

She stirred a few minutes later, blinking against the light, disoriented for a second before her eyes found the photographs and the whole previous night came rushing back into her expression. “Reyes found anything?” she asked, voice still rough with sleep. “Nothing yet. He’s still looking.” She nodded slowly, pulling the blanket tighter around her shoulders like the cold had followed her out of sleep. “I kept dreaming about the hearing. The first one. Woke up convinced I was late for it, even though that’s been over for months now.” “Bad dream, or just an old one resurfacing?” “Both, probably.” She rubbed her eyes. “Guess that’s what fear does. Recycles the worst version of something you alr

And if she pushed it deep deep down in her mind, maybe it would disappear. Before she willed herself to sleep her mind wandered back to the man that saved her. Was he the one that carried her back home. He had saved her but why? Questions piled in her head and she sighed again. His eyes were truly beautiful. And familiar? When she thought of the eyes it was like all manner of sleep left her eyes and she stood up from her bed and ran to the window to check if she would see what she saw last night, she wanted to be sure it was a dream and nothing like wolves were lurking around her backyard, she looked into the forest and waited for a long time, just as she was about closing her windows she sa

He was intrigued “Oh she didn’t mean it, she corrected herself straight away and said they might hurt me! Although I don’t know why anyone would ever want to hurt me, and I never went out so recognise didn’t make sense either. Just before I started school mum said she would give me a fresh new look. I felt like I was having a real princess day. I got my hair done, make up and mum even let me try some of them eye changing contact lenses!” I smile at the memory “Why would you change your eyes?” Damon quizzes

Psychopathically dark. When he cornered her to his car side, telling her to behave as he’d wanted to meet with some acquaintances, he offed his black Gucci glasses and she decided eyes as dark as his glasses would fit him more than his sky blue ones. Those eyes were too good for him, she thought, it would look better in somebody normal. She saw Luna approach, decided to act like she saw nothing, staring into emptiness. "Hey." Luna sighed, resting her back on the car.

However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.