Novel & Cerita Behind Her Eyes On Netflix

“She clearly doesn’t want you to be her friend.” In the middle of downing it, I realised that something bothered me about her, not the mark alone that was connected to me or maybe not, since I didn’t know if it wasn’t fake or not. It was her eyes. Her dark blue eyes belonged to some gothic tale about souls sucking black magic. Her eyes were two pools of void. In the middle of that void, there was a raging fire. Each time I stared at her and she met my own eyes with defiance, I couldn’t help but fall into them, sucked deep until someone had to pull me out, breathless and confused.

My mind just stopped working. I cannot even look into her eyes. They show so much pain. Every time I look into her eyes, the intensity is too much for me bare. One look at her oceanic blue orbs is like a spear piercing through my mind, body, heart, and soul. Her eyes were once the most beautiful things I had ever seen but now I cannot even look at them without feeling some weird shit.

She stood with her chin up, her perfectly smooth skin and peach luscious lips, made her look like a goddess even under the thin net veil. Her Natural dark eyebrows that matched her healthy long black hair giving her that innocent yet dangerous look. But her eyes! Those deep blue eyes that could drown anybody into it were most definitely the deadliest feature.

"Now I see why I liked you from the moment I first saw you." I almost jerked back when I saw the beautiful and friendly eyes she looked at me with. The eyes which she had looked at me the first time we had met, when I had puked in the toilet and all the times when both me and her had terrorized Janette and Clarissa in a short period of time, our fun adventures in the malls, restaurants, cinemas and salons. But then, I recalled that it was the exact same eyes that almost drowned me in the bathtub at the pack house of Dylan, the eyes which returned me back to my parents when I was about to taste freedom and what real life was like. And the same eyes which looked at Steve Harrows before killing

She didn't object to her son's actions, but something about this was making her uneasy. "I've promised her 1.5 million, but still she went through with this." Melanie sighed. "You can have another child with her, but Nelson's already more than enough as our heir. And it was a girl, wasn't it? She doesn't matter. All I need is Nelson." Melanie's declaration carved a smile on Helen's lips. Nathaniel massaged his temples and scanned the place, but I was nowhere to be found. The scene of me begging him to spare my daughter stirred something within his shrivelled heart.

Everything inside me stops. No. Don’t do that, little nightmare. Her violet eyes stay locked with mine. She takes one step. Then another. Toward me. Fuck. The room erupts louder. I don’t hear any of it. All I can see is her. Lavender dress. Black curls. Violet eyes. Walking directly toward me like she has no idea she’s about to destroy every piece of restraint I’ve managed to hold onto. She stops in front of my chair. I look up at her. For once in my life, I have absolutely nothing clever to say. Aria looks nervous. Her cheeks are flushed, but she doesn’t look away.

Looks like she's alright, she's still acting the way she's acting before she got kidnapped. "Go ahead and wear the clothes," I said and she rolled her eyes. I moved back to my seat as I watched her dry herself. I admire her beauty, she looks so perfect. She might not be the goddess of beauty but she is indeed beautiful. A goddess of life and death yet her beauty is too captivating. Her oval face, plump lips, pointed nose, and her eyes that just makes my heart flutter despite it being scary. Urgh. "Did you notice my eyes?" What, how did she know I was thinking of her eyes?

Shooting her hand up to her chest, she fisted her right hand around her the fabric trying to breathe normally. Tears glistened on the waterline of her eyes as she looked at Andreas who was already staring at her. Her eyes widened when she noticed how his grey eyes had darkened, almost turning black. His eyes zeroed on her now swollen and red lips. She didn’t know what was going on but her hands and knees were trembling as if she was caught in a snowstorm. Her heart thudded in her ears and her nerves were all crazy. She wasn’t able to make out anything. It was all too shocking for her.

Her lashes are long and thick, fanned across her cheeks as she sleeps, her breathing soft and even. I close my eyes, but the image of her stays burned behind them. I remember the way her eyes look when she’s awake. Not soft. Not fragile. Sharp and clear. That strange, pale blue that always catches the light, like ice laced with silver. Eyes that shouldn’t belong to someone as small as her. She watches the world like she’s waiting for it to break her again, but refuses to flinch when it does. Every time she’s looked at me, there’s been defiance in her, but also something deeper she tries to hide.

She closed her eyes and let the music lead. And just like that, the walls she had so carefully built began to shift. Visions flared. A house with blue curtains. Hands clapping after a recital. Then flames. Walls melting. Screams muffled behind closed doors. A child’s voice crying for help. She missed a note. Another. Then stopped altogether. Tears welled. Hot, unforgiving. She pressed her palms to her eyes. It hurts God, it hurts. The remembering. --- Outside the glass room, Adrien waited.