Behind Her Eyes Book Series Novels & Stories

Every step felt heavy, her body dragging as though she had spent the entire night carrying the weight of bricks. She stood before the mirror, studying her reflection. What a mess. Her hair was a wild, tangled knot, and her eyes were swollen and red, as though she’d spent the night crying—even though she no idea of shedding a single tear. With a sigh, she decided her glasses would have to do; at least they would help hide the puffiness. Once dressed for work, she made her way to the dining table. Eric sat there, headphones on, his attention locked on the game running on his phone. She exhaled softly. His obsession with video games was becoming too much, and sooner or later, she’d have to addr

he said, low, “is that?” Althea’s skin prickled. The hair on her arms rose. Outside, the forest had gone silent. No insects. No distant animal calls. The kind of quiet that wasn’t absence, but focus. She turned her head slowly toward the front window. The firelight didn’t reach that far. The glass showed more reflection than view: the room behind them, warped slightly; the orange wash of flame. For a moment, she thought she saw it again. Not in the glass this time. Beyond it. Between the trees.

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.

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

Elliott shook his head, and they all started walking back in the direction in which they’d come, Heather leading the way. She’d said there was an object she wanted them to look at, something she couldn’t figure out. It seemed like they’d been walking forever before she had taken off. Now, Brandon had no idea how long it might take her to work her way back. And... he had almost gotten her talking, too. He had gotten a glimpse of her eyes earlier, and he was certain this was the Hybrid Cassidy had been looking for. She had one steel gray eye and one blue eye, though hers were the opposite of his girlfriends. Her left eye was the changed one while her right was still hazel, and for Heather, it

WEathering the storm is already on goodnovel and Breaking the eye wall will be released in November of 2020. The next in another Series is The nighmare begins. This book ties into Breaking the eye wall. it will continue the story of Mitsuhide and Kit as well as Max and Deanna. i have many stories yet to come and love to hear from you. If you have any questions or comments my email is alwasy open. Katthomaswriter32@gmail.com. i would love it if you left a comment or review. i love getting feedback. Kat

He was supposed to take care of me and not kill me? I didn't want to die yet. Tears started to stream down my face as soft sobs escaped my throat. The pain was too much to bear, it was paralyzing all my senses. "Fuck!" A loud, deep voice came from behind me, and for a moment I forgot the pain I was feeling. ¤¤¤¤¤ THROUGH THE EYES OF MY ALPHA is the Book 2 of the Black Shadow Pack Spin-Off Novel (Book 5 of the series). The book is already completed and you can find it here exclusively on Goodnovel. ♡

Grace spread her arms defensively. “Yes. She's not." Amaya spoke up too. I just stood behind them with a rigid heart. It was as if the cigar had wiped away my fear hormone. “Let me just follow her. I'll be back girls." I said with less concern, my voice deeper than usual. Grace turned to me, worries written all over her face.

She closed her eyes, attempting to grasp onto the fading recollection of the last moments. In the midst of her thoughts, the image of those piercing gray eyes emerged vividly. "He... Zain..., Black," she murmured softly, her gaze shifting towards Misty. With a surge of panic, she threw off her blanket and bolted, driven by the instinct to find safety in hiding.

She sat down in the chair behind the desk, her eyes scanning the room once more before coming to rest on a small, leather-bound book that lay open on the desk. The book was old and worn, its pages yellowed with age. The mysterious woman's eyes scanned the pages, her expression intent. As she read, her eyes narrowed, her mind racing with the implications of what she was reading. It was a prophecy, one that spoke of a great and powerful woman, one who would bring about a new era of peace and prosperity. But the prophecy also spoke of danger, of a great and ancient evil that threatened to destroy everything. The mysterious woman's eyes locked onto the final sentence of the prophecy, her heart r