Behind Her Eyes Book Summary Novels & Stories

"It doesn't matter. This is a lesson. I'll teach you to never lay a hand on them!" My baby was going to die because of this monster. I wailed and begged, "I'm sorry! I shouldn't have done that, but the baby's innocent! You can't kill them! You're the father! Please don't do this to me, Nathaniel!" My pleas fell on deaf ears. Nathaniel shoved me into the operating room. The baby was stillborn. My baby girl died before she could even see the world. I lay on the chilling operating theater, my face buried in my hands. I cried my heart out. The tears just wouldn't stop. After a while, a giggle fell from my lips despite the tears rolling down my cheeks.

A witch's magic is never truly lost. As I made my way to meet with the pack doctors, a pair of blue eyes kept invading my thoughts and I knew that until I had her, I wouldn't be able to get her out of my head.

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

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

Yet. Her lashes lower, slow, almost heavy, and then I see it. The faint shine that catches against the light. Moisture. Her eyes aren’t crying, not yet, but they’re close. Too close. And it twists something sharp in my chest, something I don’t like. I don’t want those tears anywhere near her. I lean forward, barely an inch, but it’s enough. My gaze pulls toward the book in her hands like gravity itself shifted. What did she read? What line of ink and paper cut deep enough to bring those unwanted guests into her eyes?

The figure didn’t answer, but her eyes glowed, fierce and full of sorrow. "The book gives," she said, voice distant like a forgotten song, "but it also takes. Every power has a cost. Choose your path wisely, Mira. Not all victories come clean." Before I could reach her, the vision shattered. I gasped, falling back into myself, the clearing around me spinning. I was drenched in sweat. The book lay closed beside me, still glowing softly. I should have been afraid. But I wasn't. Instead, I was furious.

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.

" So do you see like, just black? or do you see purple like your eyes" "Nope, I see, nothing". " How does that feel like?". "Use one hand to close one eye, don't shut your eyes close, just use that one hand to cover it, and try looking at me, the one that's open sees me but the one eye covered sees nothing". She gasps "Woah, you're right, must be scary". "Nah... I'm used to it". Jesse's mum clears her throat " Jessica, don't ask such questions, that's rude, and Violet, you should know better than to speak while we are at the table eating, now let's just focus on our meal". Jessica and I chorused "Yes mother"

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.

French toast, strawberry chops and turkey slices. And a can of coke. Unusual! "Something like what?" He asked, leaning back. "urrrrgh," I scanned the room until my eyes fell on the bookrack in front of me. "This!" I pull out one of the novels. “Behind Her Eyes by Sarah Pinborough,” he said immediately, without even glancing at it. He could tell which of the books were missing by just looking at the rest on the rack. “You read it?” There's suspicion in his tone.