Behind Her Eyes Book Summary Novels & Stories

"The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. The sparkle in your eyes fascinates me. They are hazel. The way your eyes grow big when you don't do anything wrong and be innocent. That's what differentiates you from others. They are beautiful. Your eyes have the power of showing the reflection of the world. I... I feel your eyes are the purest things in this world. They just can't lie. They are like an open book. Anyone can read you through them and that's what makes me afraid. I want to be the only person to read your eyes. I don't want anyone to even look into your eyes.

I looked at the master bedroom and soon felt a pair of eyes on me and looked towards another room and caught a glimpse of an innocent face which I recognised immediately. I saw her yesterday when I was going back. I crashed into her and didn’t bother helping her even when her doe like hazel eyes begged me to. But there was no longer life in those eyes, it was red and there were bags under her eyes. she looked miserable and helpless. I saw her call someone and I understood I was in deep trouble. I immediately left with the satisfaction that I didn’t have to kill again. At least for now I think.

“Thanks, Izzy.” I headed towards the back, to the room we had turned into the makeshift locker room. Lisa was sitting on an old bench that seemed to cave with the lightest of weights. Thinking it unwise of me to sit on it, I stood before her. She was picking at the tape on her hands, fidgeting with obvious nerves. It took her a moment, but eventually she looked up, letting me look into those blue eyes. They still haunt me, but in a completely different way. Gone are the eyes that looked tormented and scared. Before me now are the eyes of a woman who's been through hell and back, and didn't let it break her. These eyes hold a fire to them, one that shows just how willing she is to fight for h

Her eyes had gone to the window and the thing behind them was no longer the beginning of fear. It was something she was expecting.

I just need… Blue eyes form behind my eyes, I close mine tightly willing the image to disappear. I open my eyes quickly and flip Bailey over, looking into her dig doe browns. I wildly buck into her, but her face becomes blurry and the image of a blonde with those electric blues comes flooding back skewing my vision.

I closed my eyes for a bit in thoughts, everything was in a mess, i couldn't focus on one thought alone, they all seemed to come at me. I tore my eyes open, I couldn't even relax without these flashes of death and destruction, I wondered how I had gotten to sleep the other times. It occured to me that I never really slept of my own accord, something always happened leading to me passing out. I sighed and then looked towards my nightstand, the book I had brought back danced in my vision. What's the worst that could happen? I asked myself before I grabbed the book in hopes of finishing it. I opened it up to where I had stoppe—where she found out that her mate was a demon, she had to decide whe

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 closed her eyes and let the music lead. And just like that, the walls she had so carefully built began to shift. Visions flared. A house with blue curtains. Hands clapping after a recital. Then flames. Walls melting. Screams muffled behind closed doors. A child’s voice crying for help. She missed a note. Another. Then stopped altogether. Tears welled. Hot, unforgiving. She pressed her palms to her eyes. It hurts God, it hurts. The remembering. --- Outside the glass room, Adrien waited.

Maybe… maybe I’d find answers about the big betrayal here. I opened it. The first line glowed faintly in the dim room: “I am the fire—” And then the world went black. Not metaphorically. Not because I blinked. I went blind. It took me a moment to accept the fact that I had lost my eyes just after reading the first line! My breath seized. “What—what’s happening?” I whispered, reaching out into space. “I can’t—I can’t see—I can’t see!” Panic clawed up my throat.