Novel & Cerita Behind Her Eyes Synopsis

It was followed by a grunt and I turned in the direction of the sound, my eyes widening to twice their size as we locked eyes. "No one will hear you," The woman continued, tears spilling from her bloodshot eyes. "No one did. There's no point," Her hoarse voice cracked and all the strength in my bones died. "Who... who are you?" It came out muffled against the gag. "and what are—" "Ah, I see you've met my wife, Julia." Shivers ran down my spine as the room flickered to life with bright lights. My breath hitched as I came face to face with him.

Girls are pretty too! She looked at me from top to bottom and was really annoyed seeing me wear a same coloured dress as hers. But I don't know what was she thinking after that. Her thinking went to deep that I waved my hand in front of her eyes to make her get back to her senses, "What are you thinking this deep" I am not thinking anything! You may leave" her eyes stared deep into mine. She couldn't resist her anger anymore. She directed her hand in the opposite direction.

Ezra Slain Velleoti is a man that everyone wants to avoid. He's a tough enemy. A mafia boss who disapproves of almost everyone. Anyone who gets in his way will never make it out alive. Khione Louelita Silay is a woman who is socially awkward. A person who has socially anxiety and dislikes crowds and other people's opinions. She is a nerd who prefers to work and stay at home. Working as a top counterintelligence agent for the NBI, Khione was unintentionally able to uncover the dark secrets of some government officials. Khione desperately wanted to flee, but she couldn't until they killed her, and Ezra, the notorious Mafia boss, was the only one who save her.

She shrugs, “I can see better now. There are three more over there in the distance. They seem worried about approaching.” She looks back at them and glares at them. She sees them talking to each other, and then turn and dash away. “They seem to be leaving.” He nods. She blinks and her vision slowly returns to normal, and everything seems dark again. He takes her hand and opens the van door, the inside light turning on as he does. She hops back inside. “What are you?” She raises an eyebrow, moves across the bench seat to the far side, and sits back. She closes her eyes, and sighs,

Happiness was evident in her blue eyes. They reminded me so much of this movie I watched, in the deep–written by some Godwin Hosanna Aga. A movie about a girl, named Hephzibah with unique blue eyes that was sent to an occultic Catholic college and something-the catch phrase was; it is what manifests in the dark that is the biggest threat. I heard it was a Wattpad book that was turned into a movie. "Daddy's Little hero!" I pinched her cheeks and she slapped my hands off.

“Thanks, Izzy.” I headed towards the back, to the room we had turned into the makeshift locker room. Lisa was sitting on an old bench that seemed to cave with the lightest of weights. Thinking it unwise of me to sit on it, I stood before her. She was picking at the tape on her hands, fidgeting with obvious nerves. It took her a moment, but eventually she looked up, letting me look into those blue eyes. They still haunt me, but in a completely different way. Gone are the eyes that looked tormented and scared. Before me now are the eyes of a woman who's been through hell and back, and didn't let it break her. These eyes hold a fire to them, one that shows just how willing she is to fight for h

He looked as though he was going to hurt her. His eyes shut again, and when they opened, they were no longer blue. There was a fire burning inside them and a beeping sound like a bomb she heard from nowhere in particular. The fire in his eyes then became an explosion that threw her back up towards the wolf with the blazing red eyes and suddenly, the eyes did not look so fearful anymore. They looked rather merciful, rather beautiful, just before everything went dark again, and she heard, felt, or saw nothing but the beeping sound. Her eyes opened to a bright flash of white, the beeping sound still ringing in her ears. For a while, Alisa could not tell what was happening to her. Her body felt

Her bright blue eyes are so bright, it’s like looking at the clearest sky. As sleep finally pulled me under, my dreams are so vivid, it’s as though I am there, reaching out to touch her just as she disappears. Panic rises within me as the scene around me fades,standing in a void of darkness, before she reappears always just out of reach. There is something behind her eyes, a sadness so deep.

As I sprinted toward her, the breath died in my throat. She wasn't just cold. Her clothes were ripped apart; the once designer clothes now looked like rag. Her skin was mapped with purple bruises. Her breathing was ragged. When she heard my footsteps, she looked up at me. Her eyes were red rimmed, and her hair was messy. “Becky,” she rasped. “It was…gray wolf…gray wolf—it’s eyes red. I…I…I—gray wolf…red eyes…I saw it…It changed…” Gray wolf? Red eyes?

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.