Behind Her Eyes On Netflix Novels & Stories

I want to move close and breathe it in, but getting close to Elizabeth is a bad fucking idea. Clearing my throat, I tear myself away before this semi turns into a full erection. “How are you able to keep your eyes open?” she laughs, blinks hers open for just a few seconds. “I have superpowers.” “Well, then use them and chop up the rest of the onion.” That smile looks so good on her, even with the red, watery eyes. She goes to the sink, washes her hands, and rubs her eyes. “Okay…that’s a little better. But, oh my God, I had no idea it got that bad!”

But, this time he is doing all this for his revenge. Finally, opening her hazel eyes, she was stuck to the spot. Does anyone is here to save her from this evil man ? Her eyes roamed around the lavish washroom, and turning her head , her shuddering fingers swiftly locked the room. Lowering her head in utter defeat, crying at her situation, she knows that the beast outside is enjoying her every tear. Unable to comprehend more about this helpless state,

She stood in front of a crowd with dried up tears in her eyes…..her eyes that were said to be the most beautiful pair of eyes in the world with long luscious looking eyelashes, well rounded and stretched out and most importantly blessed with a pair of red pupils. As she pushed back her luscious red hair behind her ears I looked at the side to spot another pair of eyes that was fixed on her without blinking. Everyone in that courtroom believed that she was innocent but no one was going to oppose while she would be punished for a crime she never did………..I looked down and fiddled with my fingers, unable to watch the further proceedings.

THIRD PERSON The beautiful woman walked silently, tiredly, and defeatedly into the car that was waiting for her outside. She was drenched in blood. In the blood of her lover, in the blood of her husband and in the blood of her baby's father. And in her hands were his eyes. How could she do this? She wondered. What was going through her mind when she agreed to take his eyes? What was going through her mind when she decided that the best option was to kill her own lover?

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?"

As I sprinted toward her, the breath died in my throat. She wasn't just cold. Her clothes were ripped apart; the once designer clothes now looked like rag. Her skin was mapped with purple bruises. Her breathing was ragged. When she heard my footsteps, she looked up at me. Her eyes were red rimmed, and her hair was messy. “Becky,” she rasped. “It was…gray wolf…gray wolf—it’s eyes red. I…I…I—gray wolf…red eyes…I saw it…It changed…” Gray wolf? Red eyes?

Then she turns to face me and for the first time, I am able to get a proper look at her eyes. She is said to be blind, with only the whites of her eyeballs visible for all to see. And yet as I stare at her, I catch a glimmer of red. Red flames smoulder deep in her eyes. From far away I hear her voice; it is the voice of thunder echoing and also the mere whisper that runs through my mind. I begin to feel afraid and try to tear my gaze away from her but it feels as if an invisible pair of hands are holding onto my face and forcing me to look. So I look, I have no choice but to look.

I just saw an angel whose blue eyes glistened like the most polished gem, seeming to be pulling me into its depths as she looked straight into my eyes. Who is she?

Nezeira felt the restlessness and said, "Is there something bothering you princess?" Euphenia, "Ohhhhh, actually I do have a question." Nezeira looked at her and said, "Please ask." Euphenia, "I have heard about Your Highness many times. Especially about your eyes. But….." Nezeira, "I wear black contacts. Trying not to draw too much attention." Euphenia gleamed and replied, "No wonder!" Nezeira, "So, what do have to share regarding these Beasts?"

She then removed the cloth from the canvas and took a few moments to focus on the painting. Her gaze was drawn to the painting of a woman with tears in her eyes, looking down at the ground. Angela sobbed as she gazed at the canvas. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. "It's me," she said quietly, her mouth agape. "Yes, Angela," The Crying Lady, "is you."