Novel & Cerita Behind Her Eyes Book Review

Since her magic wasn’t aimed at a wide enough area to be pulling all the eyes toward her, she had to be moving nearer to them. A few moments later, she began passing through the mass of eyeballs. Any eyes directly in her path drifted out of her way before she could come in contact with them, allowing her to cross through the entire field without touching even one. She wasn’t sure what might happen if she bumped into one, and she didn’t want to find out. Once again, she could sense the forlorn hopelessness in the eyes as she floated past them. Until now, she hadn’t realized just how many eyes had been trapped inside the table. She passed scores of them, at least, before she emerged into the b

“Behind you.” She turned and nearly jumped out of her skin as someone stood directly in front of her. She has been expecting someone scary looking or some blood sucking monster, but it wasn't any of that. She was shocked to see a beautiful young girl, but the most mesmerizing thing about her was the way her eyes glowed bright green. So much like her eyes. Her eyes shined so bright that it hurt to see. Claire felt like she had seen her somewhere before. Her face looked so familiar but she could pinpoint where she had seen her.

I do not want her too close yet I cannot allow her to stray either. To everyone around she is the poor noble girl who is forced to serve a beast, but I know better it is in her eyes. I might have been fooled by her, if not for her eyes, they are like a lioness stalking its prey. She sees every move I make not letting up for a second. I cannot shake the feeling that something is not right with her. I have seen the eyes of many killers, behind each lays a darkness and she is no different.

And I knew, with a terrifying certainty, exactly whose dark, obsessive eyes were boring straight into my back. End of Chapter 14

Behind me, through the closing door, I could feel his eyes on my back. *******

The gray had been gone and the red had been there and she had looked directly into it and not flinched and not let go. Nobody had ever done that before. In my whole life, not one person had ever looked at what was behind my eyes in those moments and stayed. They had always moved back. Even people who knew what I was, who understood the wolf, took a step back from it instinctively because instinct was smarter than reason in those seconds. Ember had not moved. I owe her an explanation. She has earned one. But not here, not now, not while Ethan is still in the corridor and the school management is on the way.

“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.

But the woman who stepped into my living room was slight. She had Maeve’s delicate bone structure and hair the color of midnight streaked with silver. But it was her eyes that stopped the air in my lungs. They were the lethal grey of a winter Atlantic, eyes that had spent thirty years reading rooms, dissecting weaknesses, and navigating the kind of power that didn't need to raise its voice to be heard.

Simply settle back, achieve a state of relaxation, and allow us to observe the spectacle together. Gazing into the profound, bottomless vacancy behind her eyes, I arrived at the absolute and unshakeable certainty that she had irrevocably lost every vestige of her sanity.

"Now I see why I liked you from the moment I first saw you." I almost jerked back when I saw the beautiful and friendly eyes she looked at me with. The eyes which she had looked at me the first time we had met, when I had puked in the toilet and all the times when both me and her had terrorized Janette and Clarissa in a short period of time, our fun adventures in the malls, restaurants, cinemas and salons. But then, I recalled that it was the exact same eyes that almost drowned me in the bathtub at the pack house of Dylan, the eyes which returned me back to my parents when I was about to taste freedom and what real life was like. And the same eyes which looked at Steve Harrows before killing