Cast Behind Her Eyes Novels & Stories

Jesse's eyes darted across the room. A dark-haired girl on the other side of the floor caught his attention. She was swaying, almost worshipping, surrendering to the enchanting melody. It was as if she was trapped in her own world, caught in a binding spell. She was holding her beer bottle way up in the air, eyes closed. Her lashes looked like thick, dark curved lines from afar. Her radiant light olive skin glowed in the dim yellow lights of the Castello. She looked spectral, ethereal, like a dream.

She tightened her hands into tight fists, digging her fingernails painfully into her palms, and finally forced herself to turn around. She saw him standing at the bottom of the stairs, staring directly up at her. She gasped softly when she met his dark eyes. Even when she caught him blatantly staring at her, his handsome face remained entirely expressionless, and he didn't even attempt to shift his intense gaze away. His large fists were clenched tightly at his sides, and his monstrous, possessive gaze was fixated entirely on her.

You had no choice? She shakes her head very slowly. A sad smile appears on her pale lips, but it does not reach her eyes. Those, a piercing blue, remain drowned in unfathomable melancholy. Then, finally, she raises her gaze. There is in her eyes a pain long held back, that of a woman who has learned to suffer in silence.

"Let's go, I guess it's enough for today." Anya was about to turn to go when her light brown gaze collides with a pair of blue-green eyes, Anya stare in that eyes and a mocking and ridiculing smile appears on her face which removes the gentle smile from Sebastian face as if she can see his soul and know what he was thinking? Siya turns her face and looks at Sebastian but she found him staring intently in a specific direction and when she saw in that direction she found a girl's back with blonde hairs making her angry.

Anita's lashes trembled, and she opened her eyes calmly, like a beauty goddess, who had just woken up from her thousand years of beauty sleep. As her eyes caught the reflection of herself, her expression changed slightly, and she lifted up her right palm to stroke her cheek. Her hair was straightened and moved to one side, which covered half of her face, plunging below her neck. This gave her a look of boldness, sexiness, and baddy! Her sword shape brows appeared brushed and trimmed slightly so it can perfectly fit above her set of glassy eyes, filled with a fire of passion!

Her voice sounded neutral and she raised her hand. Malphus— I stopped when I saw her fingers pulling out the shades from her eyes and my jaw hung when I saw visible dark eye bags beneath her eyes that looked dead and tired. ****************************************************

"Sir Mark, since you are so good to me, I would like to tell you her secret. If one day you will finally meet Calla, and you see that she's not your type, do not look directly at her eyes." "Her eyes?" I repeated, wondering what sense there was in avoiding her eyes. "Yes," Cynthia looked straight at me, collecting my full attention. "She can win any man she fantasizes through her eyes." "What do you mean?" I asked, not realizing both my hands were gripping the edge of the table as I glued my eyes on her. To my frustration, she smiled and shook her head. "I'm sorry, sir. This is not the right time to tell you about it."

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

She is breathing and standing in the middle of a rift torn through reality like it’s just another doorway. Her hair which was once caramel and soft in my childhood memories, is now streaked with ember strands that glow faintly in the dark. Her skin is dusted in a fine shimmer, not quite gold and not silver either. Her eyes… gods, her eyes. They used to be soft. Laugh-wrinkled. But now, they burn molten. And they are staring straight at me. “Hello, Rhea,” she says, voice like cracked honey and flame. “Have you missed your mother dearest?”

She muttered words to herself, barely aware of what she was saying. "Those eyes... God, those eyes," she whispered, staring out the window but seeing nothing. "How can someone have such intense eyes? It's like they see right through me." She shook her head, trying to clear the image of Eamon's piercing gaze from her thoughts which was absolutely futile! "And that voice," she continued, her cheeks growing warmer. "So commanding, so... intoxicating. Ugh! geez! Heather, what is wrong with you?" Heather leaned back against the seat, closing her eyes briefly.