Novel & Cerita Behind Her Eyes Book Summary

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.

For her, it was a war she hadn’t survived. Her eyes stayed on the ceiling. Not crying. Not screaming. Just staring — because there was nothing left to do. She couldn't even understand what had happened to her. She was too innocent, too young and inexperienced to all of it. Her eyes were the first thing you’d notice — or would have, once. Wide, gentle things once full of questions and quiet wonder, the kind of eyes that still believed in kindness even after life had shown otherwise. They were the color of baby blue held by the lightest shade of ocean, but now they held no warmth. Only glass. Only distance.

Behind those eyes San could see an ocean of fire that was ready to burn her alive. *l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l*

Back to the present.... Slowly she opened her eyes, tears were running down her cheek, the pain she was feeling was beyond any attribution in the world She looked around, the cursed book, the dark room, she wanted to destroy the world, she wanted to scream, her soul was burning, her pain was increasing, she shook her head, to get out of the room, and she was running with all her might All her memories came back at once, oh my god how did she do that?

She was barely over 5'3"; her height only made it to my chest as hot, panicked breaths grazed me. She had an hourglass frame that fought vehemently not to get too covered by the winter outfit she donned. I watched her lips quiver and part one more time, making it unbearable as curiosity tugged at me, wondering what her eyes could look like. What do I care anyway? She should see the man who's about to dismantle her in ways she never ever imagined and me, the girl I'm about to dismantle and have her beg me still. I tore the blindfold away with brutal force. She reeled like a winter caught in winter wind, blinking as her eyes wandered the room. Killer eyes.

I looked at it and froze. No, I think I looked at it, died, and came back a statue. My heart that was beating rapidly before just stopped altogether. I couldn't breathe anymore. My lungs quit their job and stopped functioning. Then we made eye contact. No. Then I believe I blacked out. The last thing I remember seeing were those haunting gray-blue orbs ... ************** Thanks everyone for reading so far... Here is the end of book one on THE VICIOUS ALPHA.. Please, kindly leave an encouraging comment, review and highlights. Keep sending your votes and stars... I appreciate and love you all. From author Meks...

She wasn't enjoying this. She looked heartbroken…..Completely shattered. "Please." She took a step forward. "You need to be careful." "Of what?" Her body shook. "Of what's coming." The fog around us suddenly darkened….The white mist turning gray…..Then black. My heartbeat accelerated. "What is coming?" The woman turned around and pointed behind her. At first, I saw nothing….Then shapes…..Shadows….Moving inside the darkness. Watching…..Waiting….Thousands of glowing eyes opened.

She had my eyes. Not similar. Not reminiscent. Exactly my eyes, the same shape and color and the same particular quality of looking at something directly and refusing to be the first one to look away. She held my gaze for one second across the impossible distance. Then she turned and ran through a door at the far end of the burning hall and she was gone and the fire came roaring down from the ceiling and the stone above cracked and fell and the heat became everything and…. I hit the cabin floor on both knees.

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.

He listens as everything unfolds within his ears, where his eyes couldn’t see. “LIES.” Typing the last word as everything that is happening is like a movie to his presence even though he is somehow deprive to see it all. Every detail comes with a particular sound, as it continues with the description. With the eyes that slowly look at the whole picture studying the words and their underlying meaning. The presence that he then knew that is was a female, looks behind smiling towards the thing that is bound and asleep from the sacrifice of the past and the price for the sin of his shard heart.