Novel & Cerita Behind Her Eyes Book Review

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.

The description had said tall, striking, dark-haired, which were accurate as far as they went and about as useful as describing a cathedral as large with windows. What the novel had not conveyed was the quality of stillness she carried — the sense that she moved through a space and the space rearranged itself around her rather than the other way around. Her eyes were the color the sky had been on the horizon that first morning: a deep reddish-brown that in certain lights appeared almost crimson. Those eyes moved across the assembled students with the systematic patience of someone conducting an inventory. Clara looked away immediately and studied the floor. She heard the footsteps stop.

She quickly wiped her tears away with the sleeve of her cardigan and turned behind. She saw her backpack hanging low to her eye level. She had dropped it in the school. She snatched it from the person and got up. She slid it on her left shoulder and looked up to thank them. Her crystal blue eyes met glassy grey ones. In those grey eyes was a well-set foundation, as if he was quite concrete about all that really mattered. His grey eyes had a settling effect, reassuring in their reflectiveness. Midwinter eyes ebbed ever so gently with cement. It accentuated every feature glistening like stars melted in platinum. You could simply say that it was the grey of the last ashes on the fire, tossed up

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."

For the world, we created and nurtured together. Riley made me believe in a world where love is greater than my insecurities. A world where the sun shines whenever he looks at me. A world where mistakes are accepted and forgiveness is a possibility. A world far better than my dreams. Yes, life indeed is beautiful, because I see the world differently now through the eyes of my Alpha. THE END. Through The Eyes Of My Alpha - Cassandra M / April-June 2022 Author’s Note: The Epilogue Scene in this book succeeded the epilogue scene from Alpha Caspian’s In The Arms of My Alpha, where there was a scene of Amber and Zach’s mischief. You can reread it to relieve the moment.

I ordered softly. She raised her head and her eyes were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my entire 35 years of living. Her golden brown eyes felt like fire, flames burning with passion, fierce looking flames. “How did you know?” She whispered. “I have my research very accurate!”.I smiled. I wanted to see more of her eyes… “I just couldn't bear wearing glasses all around looking like a nerd!” She explained.. “You will look beautiful on both sides!” In an instance she pulled me into a kiss

Only she and her mesmerizing eyes remained, filling his universe with their profound allure. Her black eyes were not merely a color; they were an abyssal portal to a realm of wonder. Every blink was like a ripple on a dark lake, stirring his soul. He could feel himself slipping, falling deeper, losing his balance in the infinity of her gaze. It was a descent he welcomed, a journey into the unknown that held no fear.

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.

Asher — POV She was burning. Not from fire. From power. I caught her before she hit the floor, and the moment my arms wrapped around her, I felt it—the aftermath of what she’d just done. The magic is still rolling through her blood like a second heartbeat, gold and untamed and alive. Her skin was hot to the touch, her breath shallow, her lips pale. But her eyes—gods—her eyes were open. And they were looking at me.

the eyes were not a painting on the book, she told herself, they were alive and real. The red eyes gazed at the angelically pure ones, Sara kept on staring into the eyes for few seconds before she could feel them wondering deep inside her head, they were penetrating and hypnotizing and stared directly at her naked soul, flipping her insides like pages, she felt herself being read and discovered like an interesting book that had no power over the hands holding it. her mind, unable to endure all the intensity, soon surrendered to darkness.