Behind Her Eyes Synopsis Novels & Stories

Everything inside me stops. No. Don’t do that, little nightmare. Her violet eyes stay locked with mine. She takes one step. Then another. Toward me. Fuck. The room erupts louder. I don’t hear any of it. All I can see is her. Lavender dress. Black curls. Violet eyes. Walking directly toward me like she has no idea she’s about to destroy every piece of restraint I’ve managed to hold onto. She stops in front of my chair. I look up at her. For once in my life, I have absolutely nothing clever to say. Aria looks nervous. Her cheeks are flushed, but she doesn’t look away.

Not the crazy Ferris-wheel it turned into. A certain smell makes me alert and my eyes fly open. The smell of...Dane. My eyes see the color of skin. The shape of Dane's naked chest materializes before my eyes. And trailing my eyes upwards, I look into his sleeping face. Sleeping thankfully. One arm is draped over my shoulders. How did I get into this position? My eyes widen, but I don't make a noise. I realize slowly that I do have a piece of garment on. My underpants. That might mean that I did not, thankfully, have intercourse.

Harriet was pounding on the operating room door like it was the only thing standing between her and justice. "Stop, just stop everything! "Why should my son go through hell and back, and then give up his kidney to him?" Harriet's cries filled the air, her sanity slipping through her fingers like sand. In a flash, Nevin's hand struck, and Harriet crumpled to the floor, out cold. Janet watched, her mind a blank slate. "Dad, is everything Mom said true? Have you lied to all of us?" Liliana, who did not say a word, turned as white as a ghost.

I can feel the satisfaction through my vein at the moment. "Why are you so eager to become an adult,huh. Once you become an adult, you need to decide for yourself. You also need to find job or else people will judge you. There's nothing exciting in being an adult, you know..." "It's not because of that," "Then what?" His face suddenly turn red. He's also avoiding my eyes and he's smiling. Oh my god, I think I know what's happening. "Wait... don't tell me--" "Look!We are here! Let's go sister, time to depart,"He didn't let me speak anymore. He suddenly dragged me outside and I suddenly saw familiar girl running towards us. I looked at Ken once again and looked back at Noni.

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

Asked the Prince eagerly. “I can try,” she said. She closed her eyes and let her third eye guide her. She could see the jagged rock fragments jutting out at different points as the ravine went on and on heading towards a seemingly infinite darkness. She let her mind traverse the darkness, wandering further down though she could not decipher much of anything. She also could not seem to locate Lynx. She was tried to delve deeper into the pitch black expanse but something awoke there. Bloodshot eyes with coal-black irises snapped open and then narrowed as though they could see or sense her. She recoiled, stumbling backwards as her eyes snapped open. Hayden grasped her by the arms and steadied h

Then she turns to face me and for the first time, I am able to get a proper look at her eyes. She is said to be blind, with only the whites of her eyeballs visible for all to see. And yet as I stare at her, I catch a glimmer of red. Red flames smoulder deep in her eyes. From far away I hear her voice; it is the voice of thunder echoing and also the mere whisper that runs through my mind. I begin to feel afraid and try to tear my gaze away from her but it feels as if an invisible pair of hands are holding onto my face and forcing me to look. So I look, I have no choice but to look.

And she also wouldn't have been so desperate to ask the King and Queen to release her from the competition, and to not make her waste an entire year here. What was she thinking when she decided to take the damn thing from her eyes and look at herself in the mirror when she knew she was going to see her death? How insane has she become to do that? "What are you thinking?" Adonis asked, staring at me and bringing me back to reality. Sigh. "Just... What was this idiot thinking when she decided to see her death?"

For her, it was a war she hadn’t survived. Her eyes stayed on the ceiling. Not crying. Not screaming. Just staring — because there was nothing left to do. She couldn't even understand what had happened to her. She was too innocent, too young and inexperienced to all of it. Her eyes were the first thing you’d notice — or would have, once. Wide, gentle things once full of questions and quiet wonder, the kind of eyes that still believed in kindness even after life had shown otherwise. They were the color of baby blue held by the lightest shade of ocean, but now they held no warmth. Only glass. Only distance.

“Behind you.” She turned and nearly jumped out of her skin as someone stood directly in front of her. She has been expecting someone scary looking or some blood sucking monster, but it wasn't any of that. She was shocked to see a beautiful young girl, but the most mesmerizing thing about her was the way her eyes glowed bright green. So much like her eyes. Her eyes shined so bright that it hurt to see. Claire felt like she had seen her somewhere before. Her face looked so familiar but she could pinpoint where she had seen her.