Behind Her Eyes Synopsis Novels & Stories

Her soft and pink lips trembled as tears leaked out of her closed eyes. Her eyelashes were long and made her green eyes look breathtakingly beautiful. Now that her eyes were snapped closed, Andreas had the urge to see them again. Those were definitely the most gorgeous green color he had ever seen. It was weird, how he felt something for this little sacrificial lamb of his. She was just a child and yet she was evoking foreign emotions in him. He had never felt this way, before. As soon as he realized what he was here for, he gritted his teeth and pushed his gun against her set skin, brushing it and almost breaking it. He was quick to snap out of his thoughts.

My body freezes and tears instantly sting my eyes. I turn slowly on my heels to see Nate hanging in suspense behind Danny and me, Molly providing a guiding hand as she stops him directly behind me.

Her eyes were teary for nth time because his empathetic gesture was like a drizzle of rain washing the sorrows that fatigued her body to the brink of wishing death. "Confide to me a secret you won't ever think of telling people who know you. C'mon, we're practically strangers." She persuaded him persistently. He averted look and sighed which meant a big no, apparently. Something must have overtaken him causing the photo to slip his fingers. Thankfully, she was fast enough to catch their valuable keepsake! She turned, about to spit fire at him for his carelessness but his obsidian pair of eyes paralyze her body. They bore pain so intense, it lures her into taking half of it to alleviate his s

, Fleki whispers, “No, I can hear her heart beating.” Rubbing my eyes as they opened, briefly blinded by the late afternoon sun beaming through the forest canopy above where I lay. I squinted, and when my eyes finally focussed, I realised a pair of eyes glistening with gold, and long black lashes that curled upwards, so intensity that made me gasp, were staring right back at me. “Please don't hurt me “. Frantically I started searching the ground for something to protect myself with. Then, realising my search was futile, I abruptly sat up, trying to muster as much dignity as I could.

she exclaimed in joy. “What?” I asked out of curiosity, not wanting her to beat around the bush. “I got tickets for double!” she shouted. “No, you didn’t!” I said in disbelief. “I did!” Linds said, rather calmly “Ahhhhhh, oh my goodness. You just made my day. You’re the best! I could literally cry right now” i said as i run around the room in joy. I run to her to give her a thank you hug. She never passed a chance to surprise me.

Her eyes have a demon aura and her hold was strong against Granny. Becky couldn’t wait and she closed her eyes and hold the demon's hand with power. Her eyes got spark which pierces through Alina's eyes. The demon tried to oppose the force of Goddess which comes from her blue eyes but couldn’t resist and left Alina's body with a scream. He came out by holding his eyes. “Aaaaaa…. You Bitch…. Who ruin my eyes”. He screamed. Alina has left Granny's throat and collapsed on the ground. Granny rubs her throat and cough badly.

I held her. Her hug was tighter than I expected. She smelled like coffee and vanilla shampoo. And something in me cracked open a little. When she pulled back, her eyes were red. “You cut your hair again,” she said, touching my forehead like she needed proof I was real. “Yeah.” “You look… tired.” “I am.” A silence stretched between us. But it wasn’t cold. Just full. “I saw the video,” she said finally. I nodded. “I didn’t know,” she whispered. “Not really.”

She stared at my eyes. “I gave you my grace, your left eye holds my grace. The person who will stare at your eyes will see his/her destination, ”I couldn't move when he suddenly hugged me and she whispered,“ I promise to come back and redeem my grace. I will be back after one hundred and forty three years.” “No, you don’t ...” I tried hard to move and to stop her, but she had a power that I can’t even fight. I cried, I cried. I felt the warmth of my tears down to my cheeks that even the cold of the rain made me numb.

"Sir Mark, since you are so good to me, I would like to tell you her secret. If one day you will finally meet Calla, and you see that she's not your type, do not look directly at her eyes." "Her eyes?" I repeated, wondering what sense there was in avoiding her eyes. "Yes," Cynthia looked straight at me, collecting my full attention. "She can win any man she fantasizes through her eyes." "What do you mean?" I asked, not realizing both my hands were gripping the edge of the table as I glued my eyes on her. To my frustration, she smiled and shook her head. "I'm sorry, sir. This is not the right time to tell you about it."

“Told you, moonpie. You don’t get a choice.” She clench her hands together. She swallow back the scorn at back of her throat. She cleans the tears on her eyelid. Thank God she was at the dark, so he can't see her crying. She won't let this punk ass charlatan see how frail she's. He sat back against the couch, his pose unshaken, in spite of the fact that his look never cleared out her. She seem feel the weight of those eyes as she ventured closer, hips influencing in time with the bass.