Novel & Cerita Behind Her Eyes On Netflix

I wanted to see her, to understand the emotions she was sharing with me. My head tilted in her direction, and our eyes met. Her face was showing no emotions at all, but her eyes were telling me a lot of things - but it all boiled down to one thing: she didn’t like what she was seeing. She hated this part of me. I dropped my gaze down and took in a deep breath, moving into position as my men turned Manuel’s body around. I tried to block off the sound of a wailing female, pained by her mate’s punishment.

Both were shocked with this incident, Anya looks up and collides with his blue-green eyes. Anya raise her finger and traces on Sebastian's eyes making him shiver with her touch "Your eyes are so beautiful, so pure without any malice." Anya stares into his eyes with admiration and fascination then says "Why you always filled them with negative emotions? Or else they are the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen in my life." Hearing her words Sebastian holds her waist and pulls her closer to him then he touches his forehead with her and mumbles "Stop me before I lose control."

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.

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.

It was followed by a grunt and I turned in the direction of the sound, my eyes widening to twice their size as we locked eyes. "No one will hear you," The woman continued, tears spilling from her bloodshot eyes. "No one did. There's no point," Her hoarse voice cracked and all the strength in my bones died. "Who... who are you?" It came out muffled against the gag. "and what are—" "Ah, I see you've met my wife, Julia." Shivers ran down my spine as the room flickered to life with bright lights. My breath hitched as I came face to face with him.

Sideways, as though crossing a doorway required keeping one part of herself turned toward escape until the room proved, inch by inch, that it would not close behind her differently than promised. The back door opened to Omar first, then the woman from the transport board, then finally the child. M.M. stepped inside without stepping fully inside, her left shoulder still angled toward the dark drive beyond. One small duffel hung from her hand. The other hand remained pressed against the tied strip of cloth at her wrist, checking it every few seconds as though the knot itself might disappear if she stopped paying attention.

She was also endowed with various gems and jewelries that emphasized her delicate looking skin. Crystal tried to make out the identity of the woman, but as her eyes are hidden behind the midnight lenses of her sunglasses, she can’t seem to identify the woman by her eyes. They say that the eyes hold the identity, just by gazing in their eyes will anyone be able to recognize who the person is or who he or she seems to be. With those hidden, a person can be mistaken for many, for the body can be copied and imitated. “I apologize for the wait, traffic was… unbearable.” The woman commented while taking a seat which was available beside Anderson.

I watch her face to see when she finally opens those gorgeous silver eyes. She comes awake with a gasp and sitting straight up in bed. I quickly move off the bed to give her time to adjust. She simply stares straight ahead not looking at anything. I see the black eyes Doctor Rivers mentioned and my heart sinks slightly. Then as her eyes remain open, they swirl back to her silver eyes. Breathing a slight sigh of relief, I simply stand there waiting for Jenna to move.

For her, it was a war she hadn’t survived. Her eyes stayed on the ceiling. Not crying. Not screaming. Just staring — because there was nothing left to do. She couldn't even understand what had happened to her. She was too innocent, too young and inexperienced to all of it. Her eyes were the first thing you’d notice — or would have, once. Wide, gentle things once full of questions and quiet wonder, the kind of eyes that still believed in kindness even after life had shown otherwise. They were the color of baby blue held by the lightest shade of ocean, but now they held no warmth. Only glass. Only distance.

I nodded with a smile. Just as we were about to drive off, a disheveled female beggar suddenly stumbled out from the roadside bushes. She grabbed onto my car window and stared at me with cloudy, frantic eyes. "Tobias! Tobias, is that really you?" It was Amanda. She looked even worse than I had imagined. A foul odor surrounded her. Her hair hung in tangled knots, and her injured leg twisted at an unnatural angle. Her gaze shifted from me to Olivia, who had not even gotten into the passenger seat yet but was clearly chatting happily with me. Suddenly, Amanda broke down in tears.