Behind Her Eyes Mga Nobela at Kwento

She sobs and I hold her tight. "Did you see that girl's eyes? They are like gold." "Yellow eyes." "They must be contacts." "She has always been a little odd." I glance up and there are some students passing by and looking at us. It never crossed my mind that mind-reading would affect my eyes too. "Mia we should go. We are drawing too much attention. My eyes are..." She wiped her tears with the back of her hand and nodded. *****

She looks down at my hand before her eyes meet mine once again. For a second, I can’t bring myself to think I’m looking into the eyes of a monster. Her eyes sparkle, revealing the slightest hints of green amongst the hazel. Her eyes soften, before they flicker black, and her expression darkens, a small frown etching across her forehead.

She just gazed at me, her eyes piercing and unyielding, as if waiting for me to explain or justify my outburst. It was then that I truly saw her eyes, like two rich, velvety brown pools that seemed to hold a depth of emotion and understanding. They were fringed with thick lashes that added to their allure, and their warmth drew me in like a gentle embrace. Her eyes were like melted chocolate, smooth and inviting, with hints of golden light that danced in their depths. They were eyes that seemed to see right through to my soul, and yet, they held a softness that made me feel like I was gazing into a gentle summer breeze.

I remained mute to the spots as I mustered the courage to face the group once more. They all had the same look I had on my face as they stared in a particular direction. Behind, an outstandingly beautiful girl sat staring deep into my eyes as if trying to pierce my soul. Her skin glowed like melted chocolate in a saucepan, as her hoodie laid on her effortlessly on her head. She lifted her head so I could see her face. She had blue glasses which made it difficult for me to see her stunningly carved eyes that loomed angrily behind the shades. I couldn’t guess the colors her eyes were made up of, but they will either be black or brown.

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.

Then she turns to face me and for the first time, I am able to get a proper look at her eyes. She is said to be blind, with only the whites of her eyeballs visible for all to see. And yet as I stare at her, I catch a glimmer of red. Red flames smoulder deep in her eyes. From far away I hear her voice; it is the voice of thunder echoing and also the mere whisper that runs through my mind. I begin to feel afraid and try to tear my gaze away from her but it feels as if an invisible pair of hands are holding onto my face and forcing me to look. So I look, I have no choice but to look.

Her beige hazel eyes were shimmering with tears even in that darkness which was prevailing inside the room and where the only source of light was that dim tea light . Inessa's glossy eyes continued to stare at those cavernous dark gaze of his which now had turned more inky and voracious by watching her standing in front of him.

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.

Aurora stood before me, her eyes filled with disdain as she cast a piercing gaze my way. Her black eyes narrowed as she clutched a baby tightly. I reached out to touch her, but she forcefully pried my hands away from her shoulder, tears streaming down her cheeks. Behind her, there was a dense cloud of fog. She maintained her unwavering gaze on me, slowly retreating into the mist. I attempted to follow her, shouting her name desperately, but my efforts were in vain.

I was taken aback by the power in her words, and I found myself struggling to find an answer. At that moment, I realized that she was not just any ordinary woman. She was a woman with a purpose, a woman who had the power to see beyond what was visible to the naked eye. Her eyes continued to gaze into mine, and I couldn't help but feel as if she was looking into my soul.