Behind My Eyes Novels & Stories

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.

Damon quizzes “Why not? It was my time to put my stamp on the world beyond my house and I wanted to be notice so for most of the time outside of home I had 2 different coloured eyes! And I thought it looked amazing!” I giggled “Your already have the most beautiful eyes” Damon said as he cupped my face to kiss me “I know it sounds dumb now but back then I thought it was cool, once my family died I couldn’t keep using them, the crying made them hurt my eyes!” My tone went to sadness and my eyes filled with tears

She closed her eyes and let the music lead. And just like that, the walls she had so carefully built began to shift. Visions flared. A house with blue curtains. Hands clapping after a recital. Then flames. Walls melting. Screams muffled behind closed doors. A child’s voice crying for help. She missed a note. Another. Then stopped altogether. Tears welled. Hot, unforgiving. She pressed her palms to her eyes. It hurts God, it hurts. The remembering. --- Outside the glass room, Adrien waited.

But the moment she turned her back on me, I felt it again-Derick's eyes, persistent, boring deep into me as though he was looking right through me. I bit the inside of my cheek, the feeling too much to bear. I had no idea why it was being so.exposing. So exposed. His presence was overpowering, filling the room in such a way that made me want to run and hide. But something made me glance up. The instant his eyes met mine, I caught my breath. The darkness of his eyes appeared to penetrate me and I braced myself. I could not look away, though every fiber of me cried out to do so.

Behind me, through the closing door, I could feel his eyes on my back. *******

Even stranger, Maggie hadn’t even deleted the backup, as if she wanted us to see it on purpose. Suddenly, I remembered a glint of reflected light under the passenger seat after practice that day—something like a tiny lens. A chill crept up my spine. I realized then that this carefully designed trap had been laid long ago. But who was behind it? And why were they determined to push us into a corner like this?

That I heard before my eyes closed. Blackout.

Through the rain-streaked glass, I catch a glimpse of amber eyes blazing with hurt and fury. Callum.

His eyes... they weren’t the same anymore. The moment I questioned him, the moment I asked why he had done this to me, something shifted in his gaze. A flicker of emotion danced in his eyes—something raw, something I couldn’t quite place—but it was gone as quickly as it had appeared. He stepped forward, his movements slow, calculated, and I instinctively backed away. The distance between us evaporated within seconds, and soon, he was standing right behind me.

My eyes grew wide, panic filling my insides. When did he get behind me!?