Behind Her Eyes Book Summary Novels & Stories

I shrugged off the stinging feeling and resumed the journey. *********************** Unbeknownst to her, there indeed was a pair of smoldering eyes concentrated on her, like the gaze of a lion locked on its grazing prey from behind the mask of darkness provided by the wilderness.

“…she saw red eyes before she passed out. They’re the same eyes that I saw in my other visions.” At that moment, my body trembles as a cold chill begins to seep through my body. I cross my arms in front of my chest, trying to stave off the chill. “There were two of them. One hit her on the back, and the other with the glowing eyes was in front of her.”

For the world, we created and nurtured together. Riley made me believe in a world where love is greater than my insecurities. A world where the sun shines whenever he looks at me. A world where mistakes are accepted and forgiveness is a possibility. A world far better than my dreams. Yes, life indeed is beautiful, because I see the world differently now through the eyes of my Alpha. THE END. Through The Eyes Of My Alpha - Cassandra M / April-June 2022 Author’s Note: The Epilogue Scene in this book succeeded the epilogue scene from Alpha Caspian’s In The Arms of My Alpha, where there was a scene of Amber and Zach’s mischief. You can reread it to relieve the moment.

Hand on the knob. The house burned behind her, slowly, elegantly. The kind of fire that didn’t destroy, only reminded you what had already been lost. She didn’t look back. Didn’t breathe. Didn’t cry. She turned the handle. The door creaked open. And behind it, There was no sky. No ground, Just a single chair. Facing away from her. Someone sat in it. Reading, A book made of bone. Their voice hummed. And the page they read out loud was Chapter 101.

As I made my way towards the hall I saw a girl with jet black hair facing the windows As she heard my footsteps she turned around My breath stopped for a second. The only word that came to my mind was. Beautiful Deep blue eyes were staring at me with innocence. I moved towards her but as I took my first step Ezra's face came in front of me The day I first saw her eyes while I held her tiny body in my arms The fear in her baby blue eyes The mask that covered her face The way she stepped back when I tried to remove her mask The way she vanished just like she came Automatically I closed my eyes

Maybe they warned her against it, or she just didn't want to ask, whichever it is, I'm grateful for it. "You pretend to be scared of them," she said casually, now brushing my brow. "But you're not." I swallowed, "What makes you think so? I mean, you're seeing me for just the first time." She leaned closer, her lips ghosting over my ear, "I read people, darling." She whispered, "And your eyes? There's no fear. They're the eyes of a girl who bites back... Very similar Ice king." A shiver crawled through me, but I said nothing.

I had done it. I had pulled off the spell not everyone could. Or had I? Because deep in the corner of my mind, where the whispers still echoed, a sickening realization took root: the Eye had not closed. It had opened inside me. And there was no telling what it might let through. The Witch's Eye trembled, straining my mind as I forced it wider, desperate for clarity. The darkness that had clawed at me moments ago peeled back, giving way to something more solid. My vision tunneled outward, across barriers and distance, until it found her.

she said "So listen" I sighed ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ I now came back to my seat and was pretending to work with a goofy grin on my face. Today's temperature is too nice isn't it? My one eye was fixed to the entrance and the other towards my watch. Someone have to be here now. No one seemed to come so I turned towards my computer

"Now I see why I liked you from the moment I first saw you." I almost jerked back when I saw the beautiful and friendly eyes she looked at me with. The eyes which she had looked at me the first time we had met, when I had puked in the toilet and all the times when both me and her had terrorized Janette and Clarissa in a short period of time, our fun adventures in the malls, restaurants, cinemas and salons. But then, I recalled that it was the exact same eyes that almost drowned me in the bathtub at the pack house of Dylan, the eyes which returned me back to my parents when I was about to taste freedom and what real life was like. And the same eyes which looked at Steve Harrows before killing

Sideways, as though crossing a doorway required keeping one part of herself turned toward escape until the room proved, inch by inch, that it would not close behind her differently than promised. The back door opened to Omar first, then the woman from the transport board, then finally the child. M.M. stepped inside without stepping fully inside, her left shoulder still angled toward the dark drive beyond. One small duffel hung from her hand. The other hand remained pressed against the tied strip of cloth at her wrist, checking it every few seconds as though the knot itself might disappear if she stopped paying attention.