Novel & Cerita Behind Her Eyes On Netflix

Their eyes held a veil of secrets and pain in them and at that moment they felt it. She found the raw pain and anger in his always cold eyes. She saw how he was holding his emotions behind those impassive eyes. And Ethan also recognised the agony and suffering behind her always bright eyes. They were hiding her pains behind that bright color. The world has put enough affliction on that girl. And he read more, just by glancing deeply into her eyes. She craved to be loved by someone. She craved to be cared for by someone but the uncertainty was prominent among them.

I moved through and blindly, I collided against someone, my hands laying on her two boobs just in time, preventing a total collision. Sharply, I withdrew my hand and looked up to see a woman who should be in her late 40’s. She had her head scraped, leaving her hairless just like Ruto. She had the tattoo of a dragon on her arm, an art that makes her look rebellious. Jagged, a scar cut on her skin, running from her head, darting through her left eye brow and stopped below her eyes which made me wonder what kind of animal or weapon marked her face at such a delicate area.

I held his chin and squeezed it. "We are watching this it's rated really high on Netflix Africa ", I said with finality and he grumbled. I ignored him and clicked on the play icon. We watched the first three episodes before Beck fell asleep on my back, he was such an organised sleeper. The constant rise and fall of his chest were comforting and I had almost totally forgotten that there was someone after my dear life.

When he reached Nancy's side, he noticed her gaze toward Yvonne was a bit intense, so he quietly asked, "Nancy, what's wrong? Are your eyes bothering you?" Nancy snapped out of her thoughts and quickly hid the hatred in her eyes, replacing it with a soft smile. "Chris, did you finish your call? I-I just got something in my eye." Christian asked, "Should I take a look?" Nancy tilted her head back, silently signaling him to check her eyes. Though he didn't see anything, he still leaned in and blew twice near her eyes. After that, Nancy pretended to blink a couple of times and smiled. "It's all better now."

She asks now smiling so sweetly that it scares the hell out of me. Yeah that was me"I say a bit skeptical about where this conversation was going. I don't like your eyes"She suddenly says, her face taking a new dangerous exterior. My eyes"I say , now confused. What's wrong with my eyes?"I ask, now fully facing her. I know the look in your eyes, and the next best advice that I can give is for you to give up on him"She says suddenly What? Resign"She says. Hold up! I don't get it!"I say a little confused.

“Thanks, Izzy.” I headed towards the back, to the room we had turned into the makeshift locker room. Lisa was sitting on an old bench that seemed to cave with the lightest of weights. Thinking it unwise of me to sit on it, I stood before her. She was picking at the tape on her hands, fidgeting with obvious nerves. It took her a moment, but eventually she looked up, letting me look into those blue eyes. They still haunt me, but in a completely different way. Gone are the eyes that looked tormented and scared. Before me now are the eyes of a woman who's been through hell and back, and didn't let it break her. These eyes hold a fire to them, one that shows just how willing she is to fight for h

Her eyes widened. Just slightly. Just barely. The kind of widening that happened when something landed and the brain started moving faster than the face could keep up with. And I watched her—I couldn't help it, I was looking right at her—I watched her eyes go somewhere else entirely. Not the room. Not the doctor. Somewhere behind her own expression, somewhere internal, connecting something to something else with the quiet efficiency of a woman who had been paying attention for a very long time. Her eyes dropped briefly—just for a fraction of a second—to somewhere around waist height. Like she was seeing something that wasn't in this room.

There is something in her eyes when she stares you down that speaks of a long history with an endless stream of darkness. My words catch in the back of my throat as Winifred’s beady eyes lock onto my face. Her intelligent gaze studies me intently, as if she is seeing something that no one can see, and more than what I have shared. A shiver moves down my spine as she watches me with her hawk eyes, not missing a single thing.

Copyright ©️ 2024 Miss L Writes and Ember Mantel Productions Her chocolate brown eyes are framed by wet lashes. Her face is all blotchy from crying, but I think this is the most beautiful side of her that she has shown me yet. She stares, hands fisted in my t-shirt, vulnerable. She has let her guard down completely for me. After several long minutes, she nods.

She was barely over 5'3"; her height only made it to my chest as hot, panicked breaths grazed me. She had an hourglass frame that fought vehemently not to get too covered by the winter outfit she donned. I watched her lips quiver and part one more time, making it unbearable as curiosity tugged at me, wondering what her eyes could look like. What do I care anyway? She should see the man who's about to dismantle her in ways she never ever imagined and me, the girl I'm about to dismantle and have her beg me still. I tore the blindfold away with brutal force. She reeled like a winter caught in winter wind, blinking as her eyes wandered the room. Killer eyes.