Behind My Eyes Novels & Stories

I had encountered death too many times and each time, I saw my life flashing in front of me. But this time, it was different. Warm green eyes flashed in front of me, a whisper echoed among the chaos inside me. “One last time, ocean eyes.” My eyes fluttered close, and I let the darkness whisk me away from this cruel world. ***

My limbs turned heavy and my vision blurred. The last thing I saw before I blacked out were those green eyes. Where had I seen them before?.

Those eyes. Where have I seen those eyes before?

Belle York, my wife, was pregnant, but on our way back from getting the diagnosis, she said, “I have something to tell you. The baby is Harry’s. I also got a notice saying that my health won’t let me have another baby after this one.” When she saw my smile freeze, she took out a paternity test. Harry Grant, my brother-in-law, was indeed listed as the father. Her voice was eerily calm. “On the day you fell asleep at the back of the jeep with fever, we did it in the passenger seat, right where I’m sitting.” In an instant, I felt like I had fallen into the abyss. I opened my mouth, but it was like something was blocking my throat. As she spoke, Belle cast her eyes on her swollen belly,

Another tightened his grip on his weapon. Nobody laughed. Nobody dismissed it. Because everyone could feel it. The world was changing. Then the fracture widened. Only slightly. But enough. Something moved behind it. The entire wall fell silent. My heart stopped. Because for a brief moment I saw an eye. Massive. Golden. Watching. Not through the crack. Behind it. The eye blinked once. The fracture immediately sealed. Gone. Vanished. As though it had never existed. The storm remained. The rain remained.

Theme song- ocean eyes by Billie Elish I've been watchin' you for some time Can't stop starin' at those ocean eyes Burning cities and napalm skies Fifteen flares inside those ocean eyes Your ocean eyes No fair You really know how to make me cry When you gimme those ocean eyes I'm scared I've never fallen from quite this high Fallin' into your ocean eyes Those ocean eyes I've been walkin' through a world gone blind Can't stop thinkin' of your diamond mind

For the world, we created and nurtured together. Riley made me believe in a world where love is greater than my insecurities. A world where the sun shines whenever he looks at me. A world where mistakes are accepted and forgiveness is a possibility. A world far better than my dreams. Yes, life indeed is beautiful, because I see the world differently now through the eyes of my Alpha. THE END. Through The Eyes Of My Alpha - Cassandra M / April-June 2022 Author’s Note: The Epilogue Scene in this book succeeded the epilogue scene from Alpha Caspian’s In The Arms of My Alpha, where there was a scene of Amber and Zach’s mischief. You can reread it to relieve the moment.

I mumble, my head beginning to throb. My eyes blur for a second and I momentarily lose sight of everything, but when my vision returns, I can see everything. There is a mirror sitting against the wall on the other side of the room. I look at my reflection, noticing the disturbing color of my eyes, but they weren't anything I hadn't seen before.

I turned off the shower but I still couldn't get his scent off me. Wrapping myself in a robe, I went to my closet to pick an outfit for my interview tomorrow. I didn't want to be late. I needed this job. I ended up chosing a deep blue straight gown and a pair of red heels. I laid in bed and wrapped myself in blankets trying to sleep but I couldn't. Everytime I closed my eyes I was met the same set gold eyes. Haunting me and pulling me away from sleep. By the time it was 6am in the morning, I had gotten little to no sleep and my eyes were dull.

My body was an amalgam of all the rot, all the putrefaction of the world, and yet my heart was human and mortal. I opened my eyes again, finding myself shining in that golden and perpetual tone as I glimpsed myself in the blue-violet irises of Miguel's eyes. I knew that Anne and Zylah could not see me shining, because they had no supernatural eyes, but they certainly noticed the magenta flames that gently scorched my eyes and must have felt something strange in the