Chapter 17 Their Eyes Were Watching God Novels & Stories

The cellar stairs stretched before me like a descent into the underworld. Each step echoed off ancient stone, a countdown to something I couldn't name. Behind my eyes, the images flickered without mercy, the courtyard, the post, the whip rising and falling. June's back splitting open. June's blood painting the stones. June's eyes, even then, even at the worst moment, looking at me with something that wasn't quite defeat. I had ordered those lashes. I had stood there and watched them fall. I had told myself it was justice, necessary discipline, the hard cost of maintaining order in a pack that needed to know its Alpha would not be challenged.

Underneath all of it, underneath the performance and the compliance and the endurance and the cold deliberate hands and the diamond collar and the letters read by eyes that were not mine, underneath all of it, I was still there. Waiting. Learning the shape of the lock from the inside. I simply faded, colors bleeding from a masterpiece left too long in merciless light. ----- Georgia is not breaking. She is studying. There is a difference, and it matters enormously. -- J

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 15 𝑀𝑦 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑠..𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠.

From her black eyes, an angry black eagle was shouting with its wings spread. While I did not understand what he was trying to do, his words cuffed the wrist of the love that rose from my heart. After what I heard, I gathered all my strength and will and got rid of them and turned back. I pushed Edim by the chest, so strong and invincible I couldn't move him an inch. The eyes were the mirror of reality, weren't they? I looked for the truth, and this time I saw nothing but two completely black eyes, a pair of tunnels with no end.

Not because of who she was, but because she was not alone. Others were watching too. That realization steadied me. Power hates witnesses it cannot manage. Chapter Eighty Six did not end with resolution. It ended with accumulation. Pressure on pressure. Eyes on eyes. The weight that follows being seen does not crush immediately. It presses. And eventually, something gives.

Georgia gasped in pain when he smacked her butt all of a sudden, making bubbles of tears in her eyes. “I’ll never forgive you… I will never forgive you, Lawrence…” Georgia whispered as her eyes were directed to the door, hoping for a miracle to come in. The bed was warm and soft, but it felt like she was being laid onto the hard and cold soil–like a deer that was blinking its last moment as the tiger tore its flesh.

The Eye of the Viewer, belonging to people who watched the story just to see it break. “The story is too slow!” a voice boomed from the lens, sounding like millions of people typing at once. “Delete the characters! Start a new plot!” The text threads under Maya’s feet started to melt. “Go! Move!” Julian called. Maya climbed faster. Pain stabbed her muscles. Her fingers bled from the sharp edges of the glowing words. She hauled herself onto Chapter 75. Suddenly, a giant shadow-spider leaped from Chapter 76, landing on Maya’s back.

Sasha woke up feeling a little headache. She groaned as she slowly rubs her eyes and sit up still half awake. What happened to her? Her eyes then widened as she recalled the last person she saw before she fell unconscious. Then she looked around. The room was clean and all. It wasn't Chloe's room and so her heart started pounding like crazy. She looked down and realized she was wearing the same dress. Was it last night? She wasn't sure. Where the hell is she?

“I believe. My words are for the one who bears the eyes of the rejected luna.” I lift my hands and touch my face, the face I changed in every aspect to look different from my old face. I was positive I looked nothing like Genevieve, but I could not bear to change my eyes. These eyes I used to see my parents get killed, these eyes that Derek looked into as he rejected me, these eyes that looked up to the moon goddess to save me. I couldn’t change them, they saw everything, they were my companion. Yes, I bore the eyes of the rejected luna because, they were my reminder of what I saw, what I experienced, what I should never forget and what I am owed.

He painted the moment when she looked at him with something so deep in her eyes which consumed all of him for a second nd then left him there with nothing when she chose to close her eyes to shut the view of agonizing eyes of him. ................End........... ..|| Let me know if you found any mistake. How was the chapter? ..............Aish .................