Behind Her Eyes Novels & Stories

she whispered, and her eyes were still closed. “What do you see?” I asked. “Not light,” she breathed. “A room with the lights turned off but I can see… the outlines. The corners. There’s a window but it isn’t glass, it’s water.” “The water is your blood,” I said softly. “Look through.” She did, and her throat flexed as if the seeing required swallowing. “Someone’s walking toward it,” she said, and the mirrors made her voice sound like three women speaking from behind her.

Her eyes wild, wet, desperate, lock on mine. And behind her, a gun barrel lowers to the back of her head. The call cuts. This is no longer a game.

Goodness! She was standing right behind me. Her hair was swept back neatly, and she wore dark glasses now that made her look both intimidating and breathtaking but it wasn’t her glasses that shook me. It was her eyes behind them, the way she was glaring at me like I was something stuck under her shoe. “Emily?” I breathed out, my voice barely above a whisper. My pulse quickened. I haven't even noticed how fast my heart has started to race until I felt it pounding in my ears.

"Sir Mark, since you are so good to me, I would like to tell you her secret. If one day you will finally meet Calla, and you see that she's not your type, do not look directly at her eyes." "Her eyes?" I repeated, wondering what sense there was in avoiding her eyes. "Yes," Cynthia looked straight at me, collecting my full attention. "She can win any man she fantasizes through her eyes." "What do you mean?" I asked, not realizing both my hands were gripping the edge of the table as I glued my eyes on her. To my frustration, she smiled and shook her head. "I'm sorry, sir. This is not the right time to tell you about it."

All she can see while looking in the mirror are her mysteriously beautiful eyes. Serin is at a loss for words, unable to move. What she just experienced is no longer a dream. The flashing scenarios were very clear. She can't be wrong, she saw them in her own eyes!

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.

I say with certainty “What are you talking about!” She snaps at me and I see her eyes fill with tears I briefly explain what happened when she drank from the chalice, I can’t explain why my eyes were glowing but I definitely recognise her as my queen. And although she’s in shock she shakes it off. She said nothing was going to ruin our day and she sticks with it. I don’t know if she’s understanding the seriousness of what happened or if she’s just covering it over but I follow her lead and we head back out.

It was as if her feet were in an invisible lake of quicksand, sinking fast. When she tried to look around, all she saw was the forest or herself in it. She realized that she could no longer see herself clearly. It was as if someone was painting her picture onto the back of her eyelids, making her blindfolded. Or maybe it's not her eyes that are blindfolded. Maybe everything around her is just painted by itself. She wondered what color her eyes would be when she woke up after this nightmare. Her hazel-blue eyes are black. Maybe black means 'dark' or 'darkness'. She couldn't remember the word.

Behind me, through the closing door, I could feel his eyes on my back. *******

No mirror, no filter made her feel as beautiful as his eyes did. He gently laid her down on the soft, inviting mattress, gently parting their lips. The longing in his eyes was palpable as they traced every curve and contour of her face. She luxuriated in the warmth of his intense gaze, feeling an unparalleled sense of beauty and desirability. No mirror or filter could ever evoke the same profound feeling of beauty as the captivating gaze of his eyes.