Behind Her Eyes Ending Novels & Stories

My breathing starts to slow down and the last thing I see before darkness consumes me is her dark brown eyes and the sly smile on her deceitful face. Anna.

Her emerald eyes glisten as she checks each page of the album, humming a lullaby that matches her mood. She raised her head and looked at the door when someone knocked, still smiling ear to ear. "Please come in." She answered kindly. Her voice was sweet with an American accent. A woman in a dark suit wielding a katana on her back lowered her head when she entered and saw the woman. "Madam? We have already executed your plans." Her protruding green eyes went wide blissfully when she heard the good news. "That fast? Excellent work! Finally." She stood from her seat and proceeded towards the glass wall, which faced the sunset in the west. Her face is beaming with joy, but deep in her eyes, even

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.

Her posture shifted, the slow release of a decision that couldn’t be taken back. She wasn’t finished. I could see the fire still burning behind her eyes. But she was done with tonight. “This conversation is not over,” she said. “No,” I agreed. “It isn’t.” “But tonight is.” “Yes. Tonight is.” She held my gaze one last time. Those silver-gray eyes that had weighed my worth on the veranda steps, that had recalibrated again and again, now held something I couldn’t quite name. Not surrender. Not defeat. Then she turned, her wolves falling in behind her, and walked toward the far exit with the unhurried stride of someone who’d chosen to leave rather than been forced.

‘And if you come close to her or near this place again, I am going to end you’, he said. ‘You can’t do that!’, she screamed. ‘You care about me’, she said. ‘Not anymore now please leave before you make me kill you now’, he said and I caught a silver lone tear rolling down her cheeks as she helped Bullet up and left. I was in a frenzy, how did I get so involved with Beck and his gangster life, they were already calling me his hyna and I don’t even know what that means but then a weird insane girl is also out to kill me as well.

Already, her visions had blurred and it was the moment Harper came to her side that her eyelids closed and a tear trickled down her left eye. She felt her world flash right through her eyes...or no, it didn’t flash, it just ended...or, did it? Was this...her end?

I didn't encounter any problem while working with her. After packing my necessary things I bid her goodbye glancing towards his door. Just then the door creaked open revealing the boss itself. our eyes met, it was as if time has stopped we stared into each other's eye. For some moment I saw guilt in his eyes but it didn't last long when he quickly change back to his old self. who I'm I kidding he's not someone to feel guilty about what he did wrong. I quickly avert my eyes and walked away, feeling his gaze on my back.

" With that, she walked from the house and never looked back. -THE END-

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.

George arrived late for his lecture and tried not to disturb the class as he quietly found a seat. While trying to get himself in order, his wallet fell down and bending to pick it up, he saw a very tender hand with nice fingers already holding the wallet. He raised his head to see who has those beautiful fingers and it turned out to be the very same blue eyes that made a space forhim on her seat the other day, “here you go,” she said, offering the wallet to him.