Behind Her Eyes Book Summary Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

Her eyes were brown, as if she matched them with the color of the furniture. As their eyes met, she closed her book without turning towards them. It made them feel uneasy as they could see the malice and hatred in her eyes. She slowly turned around, facing them, then she stood up and walked towards the other door. With a gesture of her hand, she asked them to go inside, as if she was waiting for them.

I hear every thud of her heartbeat as she packs her things—like a third eye, I see her leaning against a red box, stuffing it with clothes, her fingers still shaking. Across the room, her figure reflects in a mirror. Just as the sickening image of her on all fours for Silas remains a blur at the back of my mind, I see her now—her pink lips quivering as sobs escape them, nose blotched, face beet-red, the shuddering breath rattling her nostrils. I’m insanely, maddeningly aware of her, and the intensity of it is a threat. Mom never mentioned this third eye ability to peek at my mate, and it intrigues me as much as it delights Var.

And take, again and again. A certain annoyance swirled within those innocence of her eyes. And I simply watched, almost amused as the flames erupted behind that dark pearls. A shadow of awe tinged around her eyes but it was soon dominated by that annoyance. How eyes so dark were able to read so easily as an open book amazed me...

"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.

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

Yet she didnt look away nor did she move away. Damn, Her eyes. Her eyes are so beautiful and talkative, that she almost doesn't need words to describe what she wants to say-her eyes are enough. I can look into her for a lifetime and still wont feel enough, because she has a lot of stories hidden in her eyes that I need to read. She has captured a lot of pictures inside her eyes that I need to see and adore but not from my eyes but from her eyes. Yes, I want to see this world from her eyes, from her point of view, from her shoes. I want to know how she sees this world. I want to know if this world is same as i see or is it any different from her eyes ? i want to know if the Red is same Red as

Her hair was silver. Her eyes were mine. She was holding a newborn baby. A man stood behind her. His face was hidden. The woman whispered something. I couldn't hear the words. Then the man raised a blade. Blood spilled. The vision shattered. I stumbled backward. "What the hell..." A sound came from behind me. Footsteps. Slow. Heavy. I turned. Nothing. Then I saw two red eyes in the darkness. My heart slammed against my ribs. I stepped backward. The eyes moved closer.

SO PLEASE TAKE ME AWAY FROM HERE, FROM THIS WOMAN. Magically when l opened my eyes she wasn't in front of me. I rejoiced but l just walked few steps when l had a voice behind me saying; YOU THINK YOU HAVE WON. I turned back and saw her again. This time her eyes were changing to all of the three colors. RUN the voice again. I started to run even though l knew that am not good at it. But what surprised me is that l run and created a distance from her.