Behind Her Eyes Synopsis Novels & Stories

Her hair was silver. Her eyes were mine. She was holding a newborn baby. A man stood behind her. His face was hidden. The woman whispered something. I couldn't hear the words. Then the man raised a blade. Blood spilled. The vision shattered. I stumbled backward. "What the hell..." A sound came from behind me. Footsteps. Slow. Heavy. I turned. Nothing. Then I saw two red eyes in the darkness. My heart slammed against my ribs. I stepped backward. The eyes moved closer.

my eyes widen JESSES POV I walk towards my office my secretary rushes to me " Sir there's someone waiting for you at the office". "who is it?". " I don't know, but you might be-"i open the door. I couldn't believe me, I felt my heart instantly fall out of my chest, I rub my eyes with my hands hoping i wasn't dreaming or seeing things. She wears a smile, she stands up from the chair, she walks toward me "Hi, honey".

Grace spread her arms defensively. “Yes. She's not." Amaya spoke up too. I just stood behind them with a rigid heart. It was as if the cigar had wiped away my fear hormone. “Let me just follow her. I'll be back girls." I said with less concern, my voice deeper than usual. Grace turned to me, worries written all over her face.

Both nurses instantly ran out of the room, and the roomba ran right after them! Hayden yawned lazily, then shut his laptop. The moment he stood up, he was met with a pair of pure, beautiful eyes. The owner of those eyes was a beautiful woman. She had a hime haircut and was wearing a pink puffy dress. She looked like a fairy who had mistakenly wandered into the human realm. "You're so cool, Big Brother! Can you get me out of here?" Shea Foster blinked her heartbreaking, wide eyes and said helplessly, "They want to open up my brain… It's going to hurt for sure… I'm so scared…"

Sat with her hands in her lap and her heart running too fast and the dream playing behind her eyes — the dark forest, the wounded moon, the sound of something running that she always knew was her. For the first time in twenty one years she didn't wake up before she saw what she looked like. She saw it now. Eyes closed in the back of a cab going home. Amber. Deep and burning and lit from within. The same eyes as his.

I was about to lose my chance to talk to her and I couldn’t let that happen. I made my way towards her, weaving past the drinkers and dancers. As I approached her, I subconsciously held her by her arm, stopping her from leaving the counter. She immediately turned to look at me, and I was left mesmerized. Her eyes, it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen on earth, they were captivating. They were blue, like the ocean and bright like the sun. As I gazed into her eyes, I felt like I was drowning in a sea of sapphire. Her eyes sparkled like diamonds in the light, captivating me with their intensity. I was so lost in the colour of her eyes, until I heard her quiet sobs. I looked at her, a

But she couldn't bring herself to say those words. Henry grasped her foot anyway. He lowered his eyes, examining the wound on her leg. No one knew that tears rolled from Henry's downcast eyes. Perhaps only the patch of snow melting beneath his tears knew his sorrow in that moment.

He only brought it up as a bluff, a threat. Helen stepped into the room only to see Nathaniel's pallor. "You look terrible. Is something wrong?" The rims of Nathaniel's eyes were tinged with redness, and he looked at Helen. She shared my resemblance, but that was where the similarities came to an end. The loving relationship he had, he had it with me. Our relationship was irreplaceable, or it was supposed to be. His hands tightened around the divorce papers. 'Why'd I mistake her for Ginny? That one-night-stand was an accident, but everything after that was…'

She closed her eyes and let the music lead. And just like that, the walls she had so carefully built began to shift. Visions flared. A house with blue curtains. Hands clapping after a recital. Then flames. Walls melting. Screams muffled behind closed doors. A child’s voice crying for help. She missed a note. Another. Then stopped altogether. Tears welled. Hot, unforgiving. She pressed her palms to her eyes. It hurts God, it hurts. The remembering. --- Outside the glass room, Adrien waited.

To be honest, my libido went up, causing irregular pulses in several parts of my body. We arrived at a room. A woman with horns and red eyes flashed, intercepted. "A new girl again?" She asked. "She's not a prisoner for you to take her soul," Kevin argued without answering the horned woman's question. "So she's not my meal candidate?" I started to get goosebumps. Meal candidate? So the horned girl was going to eat me and Jack brought me here on purpose to... “Jack… who is that woman?” I whispered. “She is… she is… my wife….”