Behind Her Eyes Book Review Novels & Stories

But right now she is looking directly at me and her eyes — God help me, her eyes. One ocean blue, one grey. The most unusual, most disarming thing I have ever seen on a human face. I have never met another person who looked like that. Like she was made from two different skies. And those gorgeous eyes are staring into my dark ones like she isn’t afraid of a single thing she might find there. “You are first,” I say. “You have always been first. That has never changed. “And yet you sent me away.”

But as he looked into her eyes—really looked into them beneath the dim, buzzing yellow light—something shifted inside his mind. ​There was no fear in her gaze. No human fragility. The quiet, studious girl who had cowered in the library was gone. In her place stood a woman with an intense, unyielding fire in her eyes, a sharp, ancient weight that felt entirely, undeniably... dangerous.

My wolf had roared to life at the very edge of my consciousness, a heavy, territorial rumble I hadn’t felt in a decade “Anchor.” But it wasn’t just her scent that disrupted my world. It was her eyes. When she looked up at me, there was no greed. There was no desperate ambition to please the Alpha King. There was only a cold, calculating wall of survival. She was a glitch in my perfectly ordered system—a girl who put on a pathetic, dramatic show at dinner to force me to throw her out, a girl who actively recoiled from the prospect of a crown. She was hiding something massive behind those defensive, intelligent eyes, a dark secret that I had spent the entire night trying to violently dig out o

There was sudden tranquility behind the doors. The stillness was deafening but I know that the igniting chaos was stirring beneath the hush. The moment my eyes fluttered wide, I can feel the shifting hues of my orbs, like a beast that knows how to camouflage throughout the course. It was also further bizarre that my senses heightened that even a drop of sweat on the ground, my eyes can follow its ebb of dipping. "Xiomara... what's happening to your eyes?"

Her eyes went to the leather cover, bare of any text to give away the title. “From my understanding, you have a special interest in beast mythology. I hope this book would do you some justice for your studies.” His voice was light and crisp like a cold winter morning. She looked up at him as she took the book and placed it in her backpack. “Thank you, I’ll be sure to return it once I’m done.” She said, and he rested a hand on her shoulder. A chill ran through the spot he touched, running along her skin until goosebumps formed. It wasn’t a sensation she enjoyed. She looked into his dark eyes, wanting to move, yet she felt paralyzed. He slowly smiled at her, it was charming, but there was some

It perplexed me why she was persistent in her disobedience. She turned towards me, her gaze locked with mine as I reclined on the couch, one leg casually crossed over the other. My anticipation grew, relishing the moment when she would finally succumb and yield to my order. Time seemed to stop as I stared deeper into her hazel eyes. It was in that instant of clarity that I grasped one of the underlying motives behind my acquisition of her. Her eyes. They were more than just hazel with flickers of gold; they possessed inexplicable depth that captivated me. Unlike any other human gaze I had encountered, hers shimmered with an otherworldly radiance, reminiscent of stars sparkling upon a midnigh

“She clearly doesn’t want you to be her friend.” In the middle of downing it, I realised that something bothered me about her, not the mark alone that was connected to me or maybe not, since I didn’t know if it wasn’t fake or not. It was her eyes. Her dark blue eyes belonged to some gothic tale about souls sucking black magic. Her eyes were two pools of void. In the middle of that void, there was a raging fire. Each time I stared at her and she met my own eyes with defiance, I couldn’t help but fall into them, sucked deep until someone had to pull me out, breathless and confused.

A lot of people have green eyes, but when it comes to her is not just the color, is the soul she is concealing behind it and blended with her creamy smooth completion gives away her personality, her brains, and habits not that I got the grasp of it but I'm guessing it might be something good. Is certainly not her looks, but what she has behind that look. I tried to hide my stares but couldn't help to study the woman that just walked in. Evidently, the crowd agreed with me, they couldn't keep their eyes to themselves making my anger boost instantly. She scanned the room and when she found me I nodded so she could come sit next to me. I was trying so hard to keep my anger under control but the

And for the first time— There was something like a warning in its eyes. “Of choice that doesn’t come from anything.” The eye pulsed again. And this time— It didn’t look at the action. It looked at the child. And beyond it. As if searching for something deeper. Something behind the choice. Something before it. And the moment it found even a trace— It would begin again. Faster. Stronger. More complete than ever before.

"Yes, Nelson, that's correct." Helen couldn't help but feel victorious, thinking that she'd won another unspoken battle over me.