Novel & Cerita Behind Her Eyes On Netflix

I remained mute to the spots as I mustered the courage to face the group once more. They all had the same look I had on my face as they stared in a particular direction. Behind, an outstandingly beautiful girl sat staring deep into my eyes as if trying to pierce my soul. Her skin glowed like melted chocolate in a saucepan, as her hoodie laid on her effortlessly on her head. She lifted her head so I could see her face. She had blue glasses which made it difficult for me to see her stunningly carved eyes that loomed angrily behind the shades. I couldn’t guess the colors her eyes were made up of, but they will either be black or brown.

She wore a long dress and she's carrying a little bag on her hand. But what struck Serra the most was her eyes. Her eyes were eerie beautiful. It has a deep blue color, not the same as Mira's. Mira's eyes were blue as the cloudless sky but hers was the color of a deep and bottomless ocean where different monsters live. It's beauty was strange and terrifyingly gorgeous. Her eyes were unfathomable. It's like you're looking at a blank canvas with myriad colors of life and death hidden behind it. She draw her gaze away from her eyes and shifted to Mira, she felt like she'll drown if she look at it longer.

Her eyes—those dark, expressive eyes—were downcast, but I could tell they held immense fear, one she tried desperately to hide behind a mask of calm. She looked...striking. Beautiful, even. Not that I cared for the sentiment. Beauty was a distraction, and distractions were a liability. Still, I couldn’t deny that her presence stirred something in the room. Every Alpha, every single one of them, had their eyes glued to her, and I could sense their curiosity—and hunger.

My searching eyes locked on the minimizing view of her. It's on, biker girl. - -

The kind that says I see you and I am glad and this is everything and I will not make it weird. When she pulls back her eyes are doing something. "Do not," I say. "I am not doing anything," she says. "Your eyes are doing something," I say. "They are fine," she says, blinking rapidly. "Completely fine. Dust." "Hackney dust." "Notorious for it," she says.

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

I suggested after thinking of a possible way to make her watch the show with me. ‘’Sounds like a plan.’’ She said showing that she had agreed to what I said. I took my laptop, connected it to the Wi-Fi then went ahead to look for our show on the streaming website. We started watching as we at our dinner. After thirty minutes of laughing to the jokes and jaws dropping as the plot thickened, my best friend had to leave so I walked her to the roadside. I loved walking at night especially after eating junk food- it somehow made me feel better about it.

The law was his weapon now. The panic inside me didn’t break. I walked away from the window. Stood in front of the cracked mirror. The woman looking back at me didn't look like an analyst from Chicago anymore. Her gold dress was ripped, stained with grease and blood. Her hair was falling from its knot. Her eyes were dark, hollow and fiercely alive. Julian thought he had directed the tragedy. He thought because he had watched me for ten years he knew how much pressure it took to make me break. He thought I would run until my fuel died then crawl back to his penthouse to beg for my fathers life.

She dropped her head immediately, entirely unwilling to look up into his dangerous eyes, and silently prayed that he would just leave her alone. Alexander noticed her lovely eyes gazing frantically down at the floor, completely avoiding his own. He was instantly enraged. He desperately wanted to see her eyes—her beautiful, expressive green eyes that perfectly revealed exactly how terrified she was of him. He fiercely wanted to see those fearful eyes looking up at him.

Her scream echoed through the room, shrill and panicked. "Aaah!" But as soon as she spotted someone behind me, her expression morphed in an instant. Her eyes grew red-rimmed, tears welling up like a tragic heroine. "Emily, I know you despise me, but my child… my child is a life too!" I felt a strong hand seize my wrist, and I turned to find Tristan staring at me, his gaze glacial. "That's enough," he said coldly. "Emily, I asked you to come here for a civil conversation. How could you attack Faye like this?"