Novel & Cerita Behind Her Eyes

She wasn't enjoying this. She looked heartbroken…..Completely shattered. "Please." She took a step forward. "You need to be careful." "Of what?" Her body shook. "Of what's coming." The fog around us suddenly darkened….The white mist turning gray…..Then black. My heartbeat accelerated. "What is coming?" The woman turned around and pointed behind her. At first, I saw nothing….Then shapes…..Shadows….Moving inside the darkness. Watching…..Waiting….Thousands of glowing eyes opened.

I narrow my eyes on them, and that’s when I realize they aren’t staring at me, but at something…or someone behind me. I turn backwards to meet hazel eyes shooting daggers at me. “Pretty ladies?” Sarah scoffs bitterly. I can swear there’s tears in her eyes as she shakes her head. Her beautiful eyes dance between the three of us. “Is that why you came here?”

But her eyes tells me everything. She looks like she would break down anytime but she managed keep herself together. She looks scared and uncertain when she stared back at me yesterday while I was telling her off. She may look strong on the outside but her eyes told me something else yesterday. Shit. Why the fuck am I thinking of her this way?! Why am I curious to know what she hides behind her walls? I shouldn't be feeling curious this way! I barely know her and I don't plan on getting to know her anytime soon.

The silence deepened as her subconscious moved to the right eye, pressing her lips gently against the closed lid for the second time. After she finished, she pulled away and shifted her hands from Mayari's cheeks to cover her eyes. Even her hands shared no warmth, they were icy against the skin, a chilling reminder of the strange connection between them. "I can't heal your eyes." She said, "However... I can... give you mine."

Her eyes—those dark, expressive eyes—were downcast, but I could tell they held immense fear, one she tried desperately to hide behind a mask of calm. She looked...striking. Beautiful, even. Not that I cared for the sentiment. Beauty was a distraction, and distractions were a liability. Still, I couldn’t deny that her presence stirred something in the room. Every Alpha, every single one of them, had their eyes glued to her, and I could sense their curiosity—and hunger.

But if she don’t want to save herself, what am I gonna do about it? “…Treasure yourself more…” I muttered, my eyebrows creased. Then, as I waited to leave The Flesh, I unwittingly drifted my eyes to her face and sucked my breath. Behind her thin eyelids, her irises are moving.

I was about to walk out the door but I became too late, because a respectable man was standing there already watching me and blocking the way. "You have such a very beautiful eyes, my lady." His hoarse voice echoed in my head. His posture, the way he spoke, I’m sure he was a nobleman. "Prince Zandrus, we need to go. The youngest Prince's team will be heading out now..." said the man behind him. The man also looked at me and was obviously amazed at the color of my eyes. I blinked so many times, I don't understand what's going on anymore. My extrasensory is not shutting down, I could still feel everything beyond my normal range and I know my eyes are still on their beautiful shade. I can't res

She’s glaring at me, like she hates me. Did I offend her? What did I do? But as I look closely, I realize she’s not glaring at me, but something behind me. I turn and find only darkness, but just as I’m about to dismiss it, I feel it… Eyes watching me.

The way it dug into her eye. Her whimpers. Lucas cries. The screams from them both. She would have been died if Lucas hadn’t come in. Dying in her stead. But she did have her own share. Touched her eye through the veil. She unlocked the wicket gate, while entering she pulled off her veil. Revealing her patch eye. She touched the eye. With was just one eyed woman. "Am back Lucas " She smiled sadly. "Am sure the sighs are happening already "

Since her magic wasn’t aimed at a wide enough area to be pulling all the eyes toward her, she had to be moving nearer to them. A few moments later, she began passing through the mass of eyeballs. Any eyes directly in her path drifted out of her way before she could come in contact with them, allowing her to cross through the entire field without touching even one. She wasn’t sure what might happen if she bumped into one, and she didn’t want to find out. Once again, she could sense the forlorn hopelessness in the eyes as she floated past them. Until now, she hadn’t realized just how many eyes had been trapped inside the table. She passed scores of them, at least, before she emerged into the b