Behind Her Eyes Book Review Mga Nobela at Kwento

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...

Then she turns to face me and for the first time, I am able to get a proper look at her eyes. She is said to be blind, with only the whites of her eyeballs visible for all to see. And yet as I stare at her, I catch a glimmer of red. Red flames smoulder deep in her eyes. From far away I hear her voice; it is the voice of thunder echoing and also the mere whisper that runs through my mind. I begin to feel afraid and try to tear my gaze away from her but it feels as if an invisible pair of hands are holding onto my face and forcing me to look. So I look, I have no choice but to look.

Never have I killed and it meant something other than to save myself. I walked over to her as she sat behind the bed. The blood from the inn keeper's body was looking closer to her and she looked pale. Paler then I enjoyed her delicate body. Her beautiful blue eyes were staring at that blood like it was telling her secrets-whispering. Like a rabbit she looked like she would bolt any second.

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

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.

We stand in the arrivals hall of the Albuquerque airport and we hold each other and neither of us says anything because there isn't anything to say that covers thirty years and a sealed box and yellow flowers and four words carved into stone. She gently pulls back. She looks at my stomach and then gently placed her hand on it with a kind of facial expression i can't really put into words. But it was ever so gentle amd passionate. Then she lookS straight into my eyes. ,"Gloria's eyes," she says quietly. "I didn't expect that." "Everyone says I have her jaw," I say. "You have her jaw," she says. "But her eyes more. She had eyes that saw everything and didn't tell you what they'd seen." She pau

All the blood I had in the past would fail in comparison to hers. I didn’t think blood could ever taste this sweet. I grabbed the stranger’s hand and opened my eyes. The first thing I noticed was her bright blue eyes behind those thick glasses. “Are you okay? Please tell me you are. You need to live.” Her hands were trembling and so was her voice. She glanced at a particular direction as if she was seeing somebody, as if she was being haunted by demons only her could see because when I looked at where that was, surprisingly, there was no one.

She felt a bit weak, and if he hadn't been holding her waist, the water cup in her hand probably would have fallen onto the back seat. He just looked at her like that, the mottled light outside the window looked like it shattered in his eyes. It was like there was nothing else in his eyes except for her. Amelia suddenly remembered a sentence she had read in a book before. The eyes of my lover were the third kind of stunning beauty in this world. Amelia took off her eye mask, the corners of her eyes still a bit red, but there was no panic on her face. She raised one eyebrow, turned her hand, and pressed down on the man's string of red prayer beads...

She was right there, by my side, silent but present. They all wanted me to be my old self again, mischievous or not. No matter how brash or bossy I got, they were my rock-solid support. All eyes were on me, like a scene straight out of one of my dreams. However, I just smiled, not turning them away, not fully embracing them either. After all, not every epiphany deserves forgiveness, right? …

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.