Behind Her Eyes On Netflix Novels & Stories

“Take them off.” She blinked her bambi eyes again. Damnit, why did she have to keep looking so innocent? It didn’t matter that he had this sudden ache to bury himself in her hot yielding body, at the end of the day, she was a whore. “Now.” “I’m on it…” Swiftly, she pried open one of her eyes and with expert fingers, she pulled out her dark grey contacts to give way to her sparkling blue eyes. She proceeded to do the same with the next eye and when she was done, she looked up again at him.

Her eyes were teary for nth time because his empathetic gesture was like a drizzle of rain washing the sorrows that fatigued her body to the brink of wishing death. "Confide to me a secret you won't ever think of telling people who know you. C'mon, we're practically strangers." She persuaded him persistently. He averted look and sighed which meant a big no, apparently. Something must have overtaken him causing the photo to slip his fingers. Thankfully, she was fast enough to catch their valuable keepsake! She turned, about to spit fire at him for his carelessness but his obsidian pair of eyes paralyze her body. They bore pain so intense, it lures her into taking half of it to alleviate his s

I can’t take my eyes off him. "Different worlds are not enough to keep us apart." I stared at him as he said those words to me. I can smell his enchanting scent because of how close we are to each other. His face was blurry. The only thing that I could see clearly are his eyes; those eyes that express more than one emotion. Eyes that sparkle the same way the fireflies danced around us. It’s as if I can see through his soul because of it. We are smiling at each other while lying on the grass, under the bright full moon.

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

At Dante and Nikolai and Enzo standing at the edge of the floodlit circle watching her with three different expressions that all meant the same thing. It was over. She had to know it was over. Her eyes moved across the field one more time. Calculating. Measuring. And then they stopped. They stopped on something behind me and to the left. Her expression changed. Just slightly. Just enough. Something in her eyes lit up. Bright and sudden and deeply wrong. Like she had just seen a way out.

"I want answers about a lot of things. Starting with what you are and ending with how many friends you got hiding in these woods." The figure pulls back its hood. What I see makes me take a step backward before I can stop myself. Woman. Maybe thirty years old. Should look normal except for the eyes. Silver. Pure silver like mercury pooled in human sockets. And they glow. Soft but steady in the darkness. But it's not just the eyes. It's the way she holds herself. The way she seems to exist slightly apart from the world around her. Like she's looking at me from a different dimension.

He then asked, "Want to go over and say hi?" I shook my head. "No, I'm good." Right then, Angela, who had sharp eyes, spotted Ethan. She quickly picked up a glass of champagne and walked toward us, her silver mermaid-style evening gown shimmering as she moved. "Mr. Rivers, you worked the hardest on this season's show. Let's drink to that." I turned away, not wanting to run into her. After what happened the day before, Ethan had already figured out who Angela was. There was a hint of displeasure in his tone as he said, "I'm allergic to alcohol."

I’ll wait. She stared at the message for a long time. Then she turned her phone off and tried to sleep. Sleep didn’t come easy. When it did, she dreamed of eyes, Ethan’s warm brown ones smiling at her across an airport terminal, and another pair, darker, watching from the shadows. In the dream she walked toward Ethan but kept glancing back, pulled by something she couldn’t name.

She added as she headed for the door. “Where are you going?” Velmont asks in concern. She shrugged and turned her head to face them. She showed her pure black eyes, then playfully said, “It's either get ice cream or commit genocide. I’ll decide along the way.” Eleanor gasped in fear. “Eyes of a mass murderer.” She uttered while staring at Vesper’s pure Obsidian black eyes. Cain and Zane rose from their seats on full alert and would shift to their wolf form anytime as her eyes meant she’d killed a lot of creatures.

With stunned eyes, she held my gaze while I saw her blinking her lashes in shock, pondering if she was really dreaming or imagining things. ''Are you okay?'' I found myself asking, but she didn't give me a response. Slowly, she shut her eyes for a while before opening them. With panic, she took off the duvet, peeped through it and heaved a deep breath. I watched her slowly leave the bed while covering herself with a duvet. She left the bed and stood behind the open window. I watched her inhale deeply before turning to hold my gaze. We held each other's gaze for some seconds while I could see pains and torture in her eyes which made my heart ache with discomfort.