Behind Her Eyes Book Summary Novels & Stories

Her bright blue eyes are so bright, it’s like looking at the clearest sky. As sleep finally pulled me under, my dreams are so vivid, it’s as though I am there, reaching out to touch her just as she disappears. Panic rises within me as the scene around me fades,standing in a void of darkness, before she reappears always just out of reach. There is something behind her eyes, a sadness so deep.

Her hair,always curled and glossy, was pulled into a tight bun at the nape of her neck, almost painfully neat, as though she believed if she could just hold her appearance together, maybe she could hold her life together too. But it was her eyes that told the real story. Those infamous eyes. Once filled with cunning charm, ambition, and a thousand secrets. Eyes that had seduced boardrooms and disarmed suspicions. Now they were dulled, bloodshot, layered in shadows. There was no mischief left in them, only fear. Only weariness. Only shame. She stood just inside the door and didn't meet Christian's eyes. Her gaze danced around the edges of the room, anywhere but at the man she once destroyed.

“Told you, moonpie. You don’t get a choice.” She clench her hands together. She swallow back the scorn at back of her throat. She cleans the tears on her eyelid. Thank God she was at the dark, so he can't see her crying. She won't let this punk ass charlatan see how frail she's. He sat back against the couch, his pose unshaken, in spite of the fact that his look never cleared out her. She seem feel the weight of those eyes as she ventured closer, hips influencing in time with the bass.

I place my hand on her back, trying to soothe her. "It hurts." She mumbles in between sobs. I move some of the hair from her face and can feel that she's running warmer than usual. She looks up at me, and her eyes are glowing purple. I take in a sharp breath, not expecting her to be showing any signs of her powers developing, but I give her a small, reassuring smile.

Sat with her hands in her lap and her heart running too fast and the dream playing behind her eyes — the dark forest, the wounded moon, the sound of something running that she always knew was her. For the first time in twenty one years she didn't wake up before she saw what she looked like. She saw it now. Eyes closed in the back of a cab going home. Amber. Deep and burning and lit from within. The same eyes as his.

' (an excerpt from the book. Her eyes started to feel achy, the eyelids felt heavy. She lightly massaged her eyes and blinked a few times to get rid of the blurriness. She looked at the time on her phone and her eyes widened. It was past midnight already? She was just 100 pages in! She worried her bottom lip as she contemplated whether she should continue or just go to bed. But the book was not only informative but interesting as well. It gave her ample information about supernatural creatures — their origin, abilities, and way of living.

Asked the Prince eagerly. “I can try,” she said. She closed her eyes and let her third eye guide her. She could see the jagged rock fragments jutting out at different points as the ravine went on and on heading towards a seemingly infinite darkness. She let her mind traverse the darkness, wandering further down though she could not decipher much of anything. She also could not seem to locate Lynx. She was tried to delve deeper into the pitch black expanse but something awoke there. Bloodshot eyes with coal-black irises snapped open and then narrowed as though they could see or sense her. She recoiled, stumbling backwards as her eyes snapped open. Hayden grasped her by the arms and steadied h

she asked, dumbfounded, as she wiped the tiny droplets of tears coming from her eyes. The mind of the poor child grew more curious each passing day. Little by little, her awareness awakened. She noticed how neither the lady caretaker nor the houseboy looks into her eyes and how they avoid physical contact at most. Hate bloomed in her young heart after they left before night came. She figured the truth behind the awful rejection she suffered when she stared at her reflection. Without thinking, she threw the first thing she grabbed onto the mirror. The poor thing disintegrated into a hundred shards of glass.

Never have I killed and it meant something other than to save myself. I walked over to her as she sat behind the bed. The blood from the inn keeper's body was looking closer to her and she looked pale. Paler then I enjoyed her delicate body. Her beautiful blue eyes were staring at that blood like it was telling her secrets-whispering. Like a rabbit she looked like she would bolt any second.

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.