Behind Her Eyes On Netflix Novels & Stories

human girl hiding in the depth of my large bed looks at me without a single fear in her eyes. She watches me with one of her eyes watching from underneath her hair, her other eye hidden from me. I'm yet to get the color of her eyes because just yesterday they were the darkest shades of black I'd ever seen, dark as a stormy night's darkness itself. And tonight, they were shades of fading brown color, the type that appears to have rusty green pigment mixed with it. And they were beautiful. She doesn't budge and just watched my every move as I advanced toward her, half-naked. Other women would be scared and try to run and fight when I catch them. But not her. There's calculation in her eyes

I hear every thud of her heartbeat as she packs her things—like a third eye, I see her leaning against a red box, stuffing it with clothes, her fingers still shaking. Across the room, her figure reflects in a mirror. Just as the sickening image of her on all fours for Silas remains a blur at the back of my mind, I see her now—her pink lips quivering as sobs escape them, nose blotched, face beet-red, the shuddering breath rattling her nostrils. I’m insanely, maddeningly aware of her, and the intensity of it is a threat. Mom never mentioned this third eye ability to peek at my mate, and it intrigues me as much as it delights Var.

But her eyes tells me everything. She looks like she would break down anytime but she managed keep herself together. She looks scared and uncertain when she stared back at me yesterday while I was telling her off. She may look strong on the outside but her eyes told me something else yesterday. Shit. Why the fuck am I thinking of her this way?! Why am I curious to know what she hides behind her walls? I shouldn't be feeling curious this way! I barely know her and I don't plan on getting to know her anytime soon.

Her eyes wild, wet, desperate, lock on mine. And behind her, a gun barrel lowers to the back of her head. The call cuts. This is no longer a game.

“What happened?” “I saw her.” She whispers. “In the walls.” “Who did you see?” “That girl,” she swallows. “The scared girl.” “Where?” I frown, my eyes searching the room for this imaginary sad girl that only she seems to see. I’m about to thoroughly search the house when she speaks again. “In your eyes.” She pauses, her eyes watering. I freeze when I stare down at her. I’ve come to find that there is something so different and erratic about her eyes as Riley, whereas my Siren is calm. “Never again.”

I place my hand on her back, trying to soothe her. "It hurts." She mumbles in between sobs. I move some of the hair from her face and can feel that she's running warmer than usual. She looks up at me, and her eyes are glowing purple. I take in a sharp breath, not expecting her to be showing any signs of her powers developing, but I give her a small, reassuring smile.

She shouted as I accepted her video call request. "Ohayo, why are you still here," Noni is also in the same class as me. "Eh? Why would I, we still have some minutes before our first subject. By the way girl did you know that some bitches are talking about you? Those bitches are so jealous of you 'cause you and Ken are living in the same roof.Why aren't you fighting back?" "You already know the answer Noni," "If I were you I will not ignore those bitches. If they hurt me why not fight back,"

, Fleki whispers, “No, I can hear her heart beating.” Rubbing my eyes as they opened, briefly blinded by the late afternoon sun beaming through the forest canopy above where I lay. I squinted, and when my eyes finally focussed, I realised a pair of eyes glistening with gold, and long black lashes that curled upwards, so intensity that made me gasp, were staring right back at me. “Please don't hurt me “. Frantically I started searching the ground for something to protect myself with. Then, realising my search was futile, I abruptly sat up, trying to muster as much dignity as I could.

I held her. Her hug was tighter than I expected. She smelled like coffee and vanilla shampoo. And something in me cracked open a little. When she pulled back, her eyes were red. “You cut your hair again,” she said, touching my forehead like she needed proof I was real. “Yeah.” “You look… tired.” “I am.” A silence stretched between us. But it wasn’t cold. Just full. “I saw the video,” she said finally. I nodded. “I didn’t know,” she whispered. “Not really.”

"Sir Mark, since you are so good to me, I would like to tell you her secret. If one day you will finally meet Calla, and you see that she's not your type, do not look directly at her eyes." "Her eyes?" I repeated, wondering what sense there was in avoiding her eyes. "Yes," Cynthia looked straight at me, collecting my full attention. "She can win any man she fantasizes through her eyes." "What do you mean?" I asked, not realizing both my hands were gripping the edge of the table as I glued my eyes on her. To my frustration, she smiled and shook her head. "I'm sorry, sir. This is not the right time to tell you about it."