Behind My Eyes Novels & Stories

Sideways, as though crossing a doorway required keeping one part of herself turned toward escape until the room proved, inch by inch, that it would not close behind her differently than promised. The back door opened to Omar first, then the woman from the transport board, then finally the child. M.M. stepped inside without stepping fully inside, her left shoulder still angled toward the dark drive beyond. One small duffel hung from her hand. The other hand remained pressed against the tied strip of cloth at her wrist, checking it every few seconds as though the knot itself might disappear if she stopped paying attention.

Ariana Vance agrees to a paper marriage to Damon Sterling — the ruthless, untouchable billionaire — to save her family’s collapsing empire. The deal is simple: two years as his perfect, obedient wife, then a quiet divorce. No feelings. No expectations. No love. But Damon isn’t the cold, heartless man the world sees. Behind his icy armor lies a man scarred by loneliness and burdened by a dangerous legacy. As Ariana slowly unravels the layers of the man beneath the mask, the line between pretense and reality begins to blur. Late-night conversations, quiet glances, and moments of unexpected tenderness awaken something in both of them — a connection neither can deny, nor afford to keep. Ju

His back was turned to me and he was looking out the window. I thanked the gods that I didn’t meet his eyes. I think right there I would have crumbled. But seeing his back, being reminded that all I would ever see is this man’s back made me angrier. It helped me look back down at the page and fight through the pain that now hammered in my heart.

Only one man whose face burns behind my eyes. Valen Blackbane.

The air was thick with an unspoken tension, the faint hum of passing traffic punctuating the moment. Laura froze, her heart skipping a beat as her eyes met the gaze of Jack standing a few steps behind them. His presence was both startling and surreal, like a ghost from a dream she hadn’t expected to revisit. Her eyes remained glued to him. Jack stood a few paces behind them, his figure small yet impossibly striking against the muted backdrop of the city. His wide eyes held a strange intensity, their depths filled with recognition and something else, something unnameable.

Yet, despite his promises, the very last thing my eyes saw was him personally taking them away. No anesthesia or painkillers were used. Immense pain came from my eyes, my hands, and even my belly, either of them enough to make anyone faint from the pain. But at that moment, I could clearly sense that none of them compared to the pain in my heart. I realized that, in the end, Samuel no longer wanted me by his side. I eventually passed out from the pain. I had thought that my suffering would finally come to an end. But reality was cruel, and I once again woke up in agony.

*So I scream and shout to make you leave But you're still here, you keep judging me Cause with your million eyes you're watching me You talk behind my back You spy on me* The minute my feet touched the ground, Xander took my hand once again and I placed mine behind his shoulder, he took one step ahead so that my right shoulder was touching his left one and leaned my back all the way down until the tip of my hair touched the floor then pulled me back up. *So I scream and shout to make you leave But you're still here, you keep judging me With your million eyes, eyes!* The lyrics stopped and only tunes continued; we stopped moving and stayed frozen in our spot, our eyes boring into one another

“You, beast! I’m taking everything I own from now on. Do you understand?” Sean just stared at me without saying a single word. Glints of pain flickered in his eyes, but I was already numb to his fake intentions. Note: unedited

My mind just stopped working. I cannot even look into her eyes. They show so much pain. Every time I look into her eyes, the intensity is too much for me bare. One look at her oceanic blue orbs is like a spear piercing through my mind, body, heart, and soul. Her eyes were once the most beautiful things I had ever seen but now I cannot even look at them without feeling some weird shit.

A small window. Beat it from inside. And slowly there was something behind it. Not a face. An eye. A single eye looked through the glass. Mara cried and almost dropped the box. Jonas caught her last moment. The boat was very dangerous. Elias cursed and held on the edge. John grabbed Mara. “Don’t look!” But it was too late. Mara had seen it. And at the moment when her eyes hit the eye, the pain exploded through her Head. Not memory.