Behind Her Eyes Novels & Stories

The more she thought about her foiled plans, the angrier she became, resulting in her accidentally dropping the baby out of rage. "This is your fault! If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have gotten to this point in life! Die!" A loud thud sounded. Blood was splattered all over Marcus' pale face. As Sylvia cackled at the top of her lungs while walking out of the ward, a teardrop slid down Marcus' cheek from his closed eyes. Unfortunately, those eyes would never open ever again.

She muttered words to herself, barely aware of what she was saying. "Those eyes... God, those eyes," she whispered, staring out the window but seeing nothing. "How can someone have such intense eyes? It's like they see right through me." She shook her head, trying to clear the image of Eamon's piercing gaze from her thoughts which was absolutely futile! "And that voice," she continued, her cheeks growing warmer. "So commanding, so... intoxicating. Ugh! geez! Heather, what is wrong with you?" Heather leaned back against the seat, closing her eyes briefly.

Every time he closed his eyes, he was met with her hazel-gold gaze and her cries of pain. It was stained behind his eyelids like a plague.

And she also wouldn't have been so desperate to ask the King and Queen to release her from the competition, and to not make her waste an entire year here. What was she thinking when she decided to take the damn thing from her eyes and look at herself in the mirror when she knew she was going to see her death? How insane has she become to do that? "What are you thinking?" Adonis asked, staring at me and bringing me back to reality. Sigh. "Just... What was this idiot thinking when she decided to see her death?"

The kind that says I see you and I am glad and this is everything and I will not make it weird. When she pulls back her eyes are doing something. "Do not," I say. "I am not doing anything," she says. "Your eyes are doing something," I say. "They are fine," she says, blinking rapidly. "Completely fine. Dust." "Hackney dust." "Notorious for it," she says.

Simply settle back, achieve a state of relaxation, and allow us to observe the spectacle together. Gazing into the profound, bottomless vacancy behind her eyes, I arrived at the absolute and unshakeable certainty that she had irrevocably lost every vestige of her sanity.

"If you don't want me to say it, then don't proceed with the donation." "Alright," I answered. Jordan's expression soured. "Hazel, what the hell do you mean?" I smiled weakly. "I still want to behold the world with my eyes. Can't I do that?" Pursing his lips, Jordan stared at me with a gaze as deep as the abyss. "Say that again." "I don't want to give her my eyes." Without a moment of hesitation, Jordan slapped me harshly.

My body freezes and tears instantly sting my eyes. I turn slowly on my heels to see Nate hanging in suspense behind Danny and me, Molly providing a guiding hand as she stops him directly behind me.

To be honest, my libido went up, causing irregular pulses in several parts of my body. We arrived at a room. A woman with horns and red eyes flashed, intercepted. "A new girl again?" She asked. "She's not a prisoner for you to take her soul," Kevin argued without answering the horned woman's question. "So she's not my meal candidate?" I started to get goosebumps. Meal candidate? So the horned girl was going to eat me and Jack brought me here on purpose to... “Jack… who is that woman?” I whispered. “She is… she is… my wife….”

Ogali’. I pushed my glasses up my nose a bit then I sat down silently. ‘Psst!’, I heard from behind me. I didn’t turn of course. ‘Psst!’, I turned slightly and Beck Jameson was staring at me with his hazel eyes. I wasn’t scared of him like everyone else in school because minus the whole bad boy façade he is just a strangled little penguin to me.