Behind Her Eyes Plot Twist Novels & Stories

What did she mean by that? I started to ask what she meant by that, but all of sudden her eyes became alarmingly serious as they darted behind me. Before I could look back to see what she was seeing, she grabbed my arm and pulled me inside, and told me to stay still. This was starting to feel familiar, too familiar for my liking.

The first one's eyes widened in surprise, the second narrowed to angry slits. “Yes.” she snapped. I brought my glass to my lips, feigning boredom “Interesting. Now pray tell, who is better for him?” She opened her mouth but it froze into a round O. I arched a brow at her widely opened mouth, that's when I noticed her eyes were no longer one me, but behind me. There was a sudden hush in the garden like everything had stilled. Instinctively, I turned, and there he was- in all darkness and glory, his dark aura made the world narrow down to him.

But before she reached it— her phone buzzed again. She froze. Slowly— she looked down. Another message. Same number. — “Too late.” — Aurora’s breath hitched. And then— another message appeared. — “Turn around.” — Aurora’s fingers tightened. Her heart pounding now. Slowly— very slowly— she turned. And the moment she did— her eyes widened. Because standing right behind her— inside the room— was someone who was never supposed to be there. Smiling.

We finally found solace with lying on her body, fucking her while looking into her eyes. This went on till we let it all loose and hanging. Hey eyes rolled back as I groaned, releasing my load in a wild feeling of euphoria and ecstasy. We both orgasmed at the same time. I lied down at the table beside her, she turned to look at me, with those amazingly beautiful eyes of hers. I rubbed her thigh gently, as if wanting to arouse her again. She gave me a curious look I couldn't decipher. I went in to try kissing her, but she looked the other way, turned away, out of the table and left without uttering a word to me. I was confused as much as anyone would be. I couldn't make into any sense what ha

“Why don’t you tell me what you saw?” When she realized all her efforts were futile, she went limp, her chest heaving as her frantic breathing filled the silence of the forest. “You were behind her and then she dropped to the floor. I knew she was dead because— because she had the same eyes as James—” My forehead knotted in confusion then it came to me that she was talking about that fucker. My arms tightened around her. Her next words came out in a hushed whisper. “—and then you told me that’s what I get for running away.”

“Now tell me, why were you upset?” She met me in the eye, and those eyes, I could get lost in there, I’d be fine. They were beautiful, just like everything about her. “I have something to tell you.” “Of course. What is it, baby?” She drew a deep breath and closed her eyes for a brief second. I thought she would show me a trick she learned from Zarah. That was it. Nothing happened, making me confused. “What are you trying to tell me, little rogue?”

She swayed her hips and motioned her hand to both of us. “Now, you’re even.” Then, another step echoed through the room, making me look over the figure standing behind my mate. I gasp, staring right at her glowing amber eyes, now brimming with tears as she covered her mouth with one hand. “Cathy.”

I grabbed her hands – oh how they shook – and held them tight. “Eyes on me,” I told her, tears brimming in my own eyes. I looked at her with as much love as I could. She’d done a lot of bad things, yes. But I wanted the last thing she saw in this world to be love. She gasped as the poison took hold. I kept my gaze steady on hers. She gripped my hands, digging her nails into my palms. And then… The light went from her eyes. Her head lolled forward. And then it was over.

Her emerald eyes glisten as she checks each page of the album, humming a lullaby that matches her mood. She raised her head and looked at the door when someone knocked, still smiling ear to ear. "Please come in." She answered kindly. Her voice was sweet with an American accent. A woman in a dark suit wielding a katana on her back lowered her head when she entered and saw the woman. "Madam? We have already executed your plans." Her protruding green eyes went wide blissfully when she heard the good news. "That fast? Excellent work! Finally." She stood from her seat and proceeded towards the glass wall, which faced the sunset in the west. Her face is beaming with joy, but deep in her eyes, even

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.