Novel & Cerita Behind My Eyes

I spoke out my words. " Ahhh " I hissed in pain when he twists my hands behind my back and due to this, my face banged on the table since he was standing behind me and I was facing the table. After standing beside me. He too lay down his head just before mine making eye contact with mine furious eyes My horror-filled scary big ruby eyes looked at him. His eyes are too close to mine, they are terrifying me to pull my sanity out from my body and go crazy in fear before him. His eyes are dominating me to kneel before him and accept him and his conditions.

Not even me. I have something else, too. A third eye set into my forehead, secret and unseen. It sits a half inch above the bridge of my nose. It’s big and it’s round, and it’s the deepest, glossiest black. It shines like it’s wet, even though I’ve never cried out of it. It’s not an eye I use like a normal eye. Most of the time it keeps itself closed, and when it’s closed my flesh-and-blood eyes are open. When it’s open, my normal eyes are shut. What my real eyes show me and what this other eye says is real don’t always match. The way a black and white photograph and its color version can’t be considered identical, even though they’re both of the same thing and were taken at the same time. S

However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.

When her eyes met mine again, a single teardrop slid down her cheek. ”- he’s dying,” those words would become the words that sent me over the edge. I looked around the room, everyone's eyes widened a fraction, when I saw my reflection in the mirror, I understood why. My eyes were glowing, a golden shine with silver orbs were staring back at me- it was new. My eyes found Malia, she was standing behind Amber with a hand on her back. When she saw me, Malia removed her hand, she gulped slightly but remained eye contact.

I just need… Blue eyes form behind my eyes, I close mine tightly willing the image to disappear. I open my eyes quickly and flip Bailey over, looking into her dig doe browns. I wildly buck into her, but her face becomes blurry and the image of a blonde with those electric blues comes flooding back skewing my vision.

I could only move my eyes, and they opened and closed with difficulty. As I blinked several times to focus my sight, I saw the being in front of me. He had just watched me with perverse intentions. Our eyes collided, and at that moment, I was able to see through him. I opened my eyes wide, my head was going to explode, images after images assaulted my senses, it was as if they were drilling my brain, it was a lot. “AAAA, AAAAA! Stop it, NOOO! AAAHHH! Please no more Aaaaaa, Nooo more!”

Eyes burning into my back, I closed the door and nearly passed out. What just happened?

He turns to face me, his gaze a storm of emotions. "What are you doing?" he demands, his voice edged with both confusion and irritation. The room feels like a pressure cooker, and I can't escape the intense scrutiny of his blazing red eyes. The silence hangs heavy between us as I navigate the tightrope of my fear. In a surge of determination, I move to stand behind him, my hands trembling at my sides. "What is this about?" he questions, his tone laced with a demand for answers. I remain silent, my eyes fixated on the pieces of glass embedded in his back. It's a mosaic of pain, and an unspoken empathy tugs at my core.

I had cried a thousand rivers over the past few years, wallowing in my own self-pity, that I had no more to shed. Except for tonight. Tonight I was experiencing a whole different set of emotions, ones that were inspired by silver eyes. Eyes that seemed so familiar but I know I have never met before. They weren’t grey like some people had, they were steel, bright, and silvery, like nothing I had ever seen, God-like. I should have been thinking of Travis when we had sex, not trying to think of my dead mate, yet I couldn’t even do that right. Instead, I let the arousal from the mysterious eyes guide my body and help bring me to my release.

Leonard When I looked into her eyes, she had allegations against him. With a knife deeply buried on her back, she didn't bother to seek answers through her unspoken words. She was terrified, broken and above all looked betrayed. "Eyes on me," I commanded her even though I knew that she won't avert her gaze because she wanted me to go through the same pain that she was going through. I saw a tsunami in her big blue ocean. I saw waves of pain and hurt.