Behind Her Eyes On Netflix Novels & Stories

A girl with wild eyes and dark hair. And behind her, in the shadows, there were two glowing red eyes. I stared at it, my skin crawling. I’d seen those eyes before. Not in real life. Not even in battle. I’d seen them tonight, in Zoey’s eyes when she told me about her dream. They were the same. Exactly the same. “Get the elders,” I said. “Wake them up if you have to. I want everyone briefed before sunrise.” Ronald straightened. “What should I tell them?”

But the moment she turned her back on me, I felt it again-Derick's eyes, persistent, boring deep into me as though he was looking right through me. I bit the inside of my cheek, the feeling too much to bear. I had no idea why it was being so.exposing. So exposed. His presence was overpowering, filling the room in such a way that made me want to run and hide. But something made me glance up. The instant his eyes met mine, I caught my breath. The darkness of his eyes appeared to penetrate me and I braced myself. I could not look away, though every fiber of me cried out to do so.

"If you don't want me to say it, then don't proceed with the donation." "Alright," I answered. Jordan's expression soured. "Hazel, what the hell do you mean?" I smiled weakly. "I still want to behold the world with my eyes. Can't I do that?" Pursing his lips, Jordan stared at me with a gaze as deep as the abyss. "Say that again." "I don't want to give her my eyes." Without a moment of hesitation, Jordan slapped me harshly.

Girls are pretty too! She looked at me from top to bottom and was really annoyed seeing me wear a same coloured dress as hers. But I don't know what was she thinking after that. Her thinking went to deep that I waved my hand in front of her eyes to make her get back to her senses, "What are you thinking this deep" I am not thinking anything! You may leave" her eyes stared deep into mine. She couldn't resist her anger anymore. She directed her hand in the opposite direction.

All she needs is just to close her eyes and sleep. George noticed her lack of interest and he stopped kissing her to look into her eyes, he sighed when he saw how tightly she closed her eyes and groaned, “what is going on, Irene? Why are avoiding me these days? What is going on? Don't I attract you any more, or do I have a smell you don't like? I have only made love to you twice in the past two months now. How are we going to have babies if I don't touch you? Or do you still need some time? Speak to me, honey, I am dying in silence.”

My mom supports everything he says even the bad things he says, it’s so annoying,i feel like nobody understands me. I looked through my room window and i saw a girl with really long black hair. She was removing something from her eyes like contact lenses. I couldn’t see her face properly because she backed me,then she opened her room door and left her room. Maybe this place wouldn’t be that bad after all. T.B.C

She raised her hands and closed her eyes. Athens shifted in his seat as he praised her." she is fearless!" "That is not the case." She's just stupid!" I also commented. "Goodness!’’ I heard her gasp and fluttered her eyes open. The most beautiful hazel eyes stared back at me, Athens, and Alaric through the rearview glass. "Mate!" all three of us said simultaneously, exchanging looks.

It was a paradox, what was happening in her eyes. She felt another sector of the powers in her belly open its eyes. It was then she knew that the power was in levels or layers. She had just been operating on the surface level all this while. When the woman finally let her go a minute later, she rushed to the car, and checked by the side window, gasping when she saw her eyes. They were like twin orbs of fire mixed with water, overturning and overturning on each other, like the yin and yang. She looked hideous! Was this how her eyes will be? She couldn’t even see her pupils? Would Kaden still want her?

Against the opposite wall, rows of plants were bathed in the glow of orange lamps. In the rear of the room, a single white door opened, and a teenager emerged. She sported torn jeans, a faded Nirvana tee, and her jet-black hair, spiked on top of her head, cropped short. Multiple beaded necklaces shimmered around her neck, but what truly stood out were her pure white eyes, devoid of iris or pupil. "Are you the new female alpha?" she inquired, her unique eyes fixed on me. "I wondered when you'd pay me a visit."

Or maybe I already am because of this girl I've been seeing in my episodes. "Come with me!" she said. "Where are we going?" I asked. "Do you want to know the truth? Follow me!" she replied. She's not a ghost. Well, not that I know of. She seemed normal to me. She's petite. She has long, ebony-black hair and white complexion and her cheek's a little chubby. The most remarkable thing about her is her eyes. When you look at her deep, mysterious brown eyes, no matter how saddened you're with this fantasy, a sudden feeling of calmness takes over you.