Behind Her Eyes Ending Novels & Stories

I thank him for his time, and walk back to the car, while looking around, for the culprits that had blended into the staring crowd. Walking back to the car, I find she was muttering to herself, squatting beside her, I speak quietly, not wanting to spook her. “I am here, I’m here, you are okay.” I say over and over again in response to her calling my name. Her beautiful eyes flutter open, red with tears, I bite back the urge to crack open the heads of everyone there that watched the house burn. They would get what they deserved, Clay just had to find them.

I close my eyes shut and open them. Dora's eyes filled with tears, she slowly kneels in the middle of the road, there was still a little black stain on the ground from the accident, she uses her shaky hands to touch it "I don't want to believe you're the one who's gone". I walk close to her and place my hands on her shoulder "soon everything will be revealed" my eyes suddenly caught something, it was an old man with a homeless look, sited in a small wooden caravan, selling some very cheap fake jewellery.

“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.

She dropped her head immediately, entirely unwilling to look up into his dangerous eyes, and silently prayed that he would just leave her alone. Alexander noticed her lovely eyes gazing frantically down at the floor, completely avoiding his own. He was instantly enraged. He desperately wanted to see her eyes—her beautiful, expressive green eyes that perfectly revealed exactly how terrified she was of him. He fiercely wanted to see those fearful eyes looking up at him.

She flinched and her eyes snapped open when the door flung open. Her eyes widened in horror as she looked to her right, to where the door was to see a seething Andreas. She began trembling like leaf and instantly shot her arms to her breast to cover it under the now, lessening bubbles.

I can feel the satisfaction through my vein at the moment. "Why are you so eager to become an adult,huh. Once you become an adult, you need to decide for yourself. You also need to find job or else people will judge you. There's nothing exciting in being an adult, you know..." "It's not because of that," "Then what?" His face suddenly turn red. He's also avoiding my eyes and he's smiling. Oh my god, I think I know what's happening. "Wait... don't tell me--" "Look!We are here! Let's go sister, time to depart,"He didn't let me speak anymore. He suddenly dragged me outside and I suddenly saw familiar girl running towards us. I looked at Ken once again and looked back at Noni.

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.

At Dante and Nikolai and Enzo standing at the edge of the floodlit circle watching her with three different expressions that all meant the same thing. It was over. She had to know it was over. Her eyes moved across the field one more time. Calculating. Measuring. And then they stopped. They stopped on something behind me and to the left. Her expression changed. Just slightly. Just enough. Something in her eyes lit up. Bright and sudden and deeply wrong. Like she had just seen a way out.

Our eyes met across the distance. Across the noise and the cameras and the chaos and the three years since I'd poured gasoline around our bedroom and struck the match. She didn't smile. Didn't show any triumph or satisfaction or vindication. Her expression remained completely neutral, the same careful blankness I was fighting to maintain on my own face. But her eyes held something. Not hatred. Not rage. Just a quiet, settled certainty. The look of someone who had done exactly what they'd set out to do and was now watching the final pieces fall into place.