Behind Her Eyes Plot Twist Novels & Stories

She asked sitting on her knees as she crossed her arm. "Oh, I could show you?" I said moving near her. She seemed to know what was going on as she blushed scarlet. Oof! How disappointed she would be. I leaned in and closed my eyes before I opened them to see she had closed hers as well. I reached for the phone behind her and sat back down. "What's wrong with your eyes?" I asked hiding my laugh. Her eyes snapped open suddenly and then she realized what happened. In a split second or rather in the blink of an eye, she had jumped me.

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.

When she finally pulled back, breathless, her lips tingled and her eyes burned. “Then let’s end it,” she said. “Let’s destroy everything he built and end the curse.” His eyes—glass green, wild and shining—locked with hers. “We need to get out first.” She looked toward the bolted cell door. “I’ve managed to deal with him once before,” she said. “I’ll do it again.” And behind her, just as the spark of hope ignited in her chest, a shadow passed by the door. They weren’t alone. They had each other now.

The executioner takes a swing at me, his silver blade rising to make true his aim, but somehow I am already anticipating his moves. Without thinking too much, I pivot from the left side where he aims for, moving to the right instead. This throws the executioner off, his body slamming into a tree at the edge of the clearing with a sickening crack. I'm too stunned for words, my eyes traveling to my hands in awe. “How…?” I whisper under my breathe. “How did that happen?” Just then, hot needle like pain pierces through the back of my right eye, shattering into a thousand shards of blinding white agony, turning the crowd into a chaotic blur of faces, before I am pulled into another vision.

“She has been on her toes with everything that she’s been doing up until now, and not once did I hear her complain. All we did was request help from you. You have an Eye that is meant to show you things that we can’t see, and rather than helping, you put up stupid excuses that make no sense.” “That is because the fucking Eye suddenly disconnected from me.” She said, and I frowned, trying to process what she was saying. “What?” I asked, and she took a deep breath, shaking her head at me before she pulled the pendant of the Eye from under her shirt. She looked at it for a second and tears fell from her eyes.

In this moment, she could no longer see the soft, kind eyes of her darling husband; instead, she saw Him. Her eyes met the predatory blue eyes that took everything from her, the unkind hands that hit her without reason, and bent her for their own pleasure. She shook her head, trying to remind herself that this was Blake and not Lance, but her body had crossed that line. Shaking without control, her muscles were stiff, and just waiting for it to happen, to take it without fighting. Because fighting would only hurt her even more. “Please don’t.” She finally whispered, making Blake stop in his tracks, his eyes narrowed, noticing there was something wrong. It was almost as if her eyes had no lif

At the glowing gold reflection of my eyes in the shattered window of the wrecked van. Her expression changed. To fear. My heart sank. She was beginning to see the monster I'd spent my entire life hiding. The leader suddenly laughed. A desperate, triumphant laugh. "You've already lost." I frowned. "What?" He pointed toward Elissa. "Look at her." I turned. She wasn't looking at me anymore. She was staring at the blood from the syringe wound on her arm. It wasn't red. It shimmered. Silver. The moment the first silver drop touched the ground…

she declared solemnly. “I believe you,” Demetria said, walking away from the coffin. “Alright, let’s head to the last two rooms.” Clarice looked at her doppelganger’s face one last time. That was the moment she saw something shocking. The woman suddenly opened her eyes and winked at her. It happened so fast that when she blinked her eyes, the woman’s eyes were closed again. “Wait! Something has happened just now!” she yelled apprehensively. “What is it?” Demetria asked, rushing back to the coffin.

All the anger she was feeling a while ago disappeared. Her eyes Became Normal again. She breathed in and out as she felt weak. Just as she was about to fall , a hand gripped her from behind and within a twinkle of an eye she was already in Wyatt’s arm. TBC. Awwn 🙈🙈🙈🙈

She saw Vince with his back turned, but the moment he heard her footsteps, he spun around to face her. In that moment, her mind flashed back to the eyes of someone who had haunted her memories—the very same eyes that had caused her to faint during her last hospitalization. As Vince turned to face her, she saw those familiar eyes staring back at her, eyes that mirrored the person she had been missing for so long. The recognition sent a shiver down her spine, and she couldn’t shake the strange feeling that washed over her. His gaze felt intense, unsettling in a way she couldn’t explain.