Behind Her Eyes Synopsis Novels & Stories

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.

A sturdy set of arms curled around the small of her back, keeping her from falling. Wynter screamed and closed her eyes, anticipating a surge of anguish to shoot through her back. She gradually opened her eyes, one by one. She exclaimed, her gaze drawn to a pair of electric blue eyes peering into hers. Wynter blinks a few times before regaining her calm and picking herself up.

Behind those eyes San could see an ocean of fire that was ready to burn her alive. *l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l*

Her blue eyes were like calm lake water, and her gentle gaze was peaceful. She sat on the bench with her back to the sun, her eyes looking at the camera as if shining. She had an undeniable beauty. Although this beauty was not a shock, it was impressive. In a way, she made me feel a little familiar, even though I had never seen her before. It seemed that this was a grassy field in front of the packhouse, and she was looking at the people who came out, with her eyes full of tender love. I took out the photo from the wallet to see if there is any mark on the back. At the same time, a large pile of banknotes fell out of the wallet.

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.

I was about to walk out the door but I became too late, because a respectable man was standing there already watching me and blocking the way. "You have such a very beautiful eyes, my lady." His hoarse voice echoed in my head. His posture, the way he spoke, I’m sure he was a nobleman. "Prince Zandrus, we need to go. The youngest Prince's team will be heading out now..." said the man behind him. The man also looked at me and was obviously amazed at the color of my eyes. I blinked so many times, I don't understand what's going on anymore. My extrasensory is not shutting down, I could still feel everything beyond my normal range and I know my eyes are still on their beautiful shade. I can't res

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.

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.