Chapter 17 Their Eyes Were Watching God Mga Nobela at Kwento

She looked at him with those colorless eyes and the expression of someone delivering a verdict they had carried for forty years. To decide, she said, whether you are going to fight this or finish it. Because standing in the middle is no longer an option either of you has. The fire cracked. Nobody spoke. Outside through the closed door and the stone walls and the dark trees something moved at the edge of the property line and stopped there and stayed, patient and still, in the way of something that had been waiting for a very long time and had just decided its wait was almost over. END OF CHAPTER 8

MARE - PRESENT MY EYES ARE BURNING from staring at a computer screen for so long. I’m so close to the end, to finishing this book that I can’t stop. My fingers ache and I can’t remember the last time that I ate, but none of it matters because the words won’t stop flowing.

She thought about the distance between that woman watching without admitting she was watching and the woman who walked to a far pitch on a Tuesday morning because she wanted to see the full shape of the man she had chosen. That was a distance she had covered herself, in the longest and most necessary journey she had ever taken. End of chapter 58

The law was his weapon now. The panic inside me didn’t break. I walked away from the window. Stood in front of the cracked mirror. The woman looking back at me didn't look like an analyst from Chicago anymore. Her gold dress was ripped, stained with grease and blood. Her hair was falling from its knot. Her eyes were dark, hollow and fiercely alive. Julian thought he had directed the tragedy. He thought because he had watched me for ten years he knew how much pressure it took to make me break. He thought I would run until my fuel died then crawl back to his penthouse to beg for my fathers life.

Her eyes widened, filled with anger and disobedience, but she did not dare to disobey her father's orders. However, her resistance made me shiver a bit. I didn't think a young girl would have eyes like that. It was full of murderous intent and seemed to have a fire that wanted to burn the other person. I was so focused on Helen that I didn't notice Elias looking at me. He had discovered me since I appeared, and instead of exposing me, he just spoke softly. "Does that noise bother you?" As soon as he asked, Gamma and Helen's eyes turned towards me. I suddenly stepped back; somehow, I felt like I had just committed a crime and had just been discovered.

It was unhealthy the way I am always thinking about him whether it was about the accident or the constant fear that this is going to blow up in my face. But tonight, it is about the gold in his eyes. How could such beautiful eyes see so little?

She dropped her head immediately, entirely unwilling to look up into his dangerous eyes, and silently prayed that he would just leave her alone. Alexander noticed her lovely eyes gazing frantically down at the floor, completely avoiding his own. He was instantly enraged. He desperately wanted to see her eyes—her beautiful, expressive green eyes that perfectly revealed exactly how terrified she was of him. He fiercely wanted to see those fearful eyes looking up at him.

I just learnt how to get a hold of my powers, and the witch hunters were going to be here soon. The woman screamed again. The labour was proving difficult. I could hear the baby straining. It was a girl. I had to think fast, so I did the only thing I could do. “Sameli”. I whispered into the air and everyone fell asleep. I walked slowly to the pregnant woman. She was asleep too. I woke her up. It was dangerous for the Baby. She opened her eyes slowly, and they were the prettiest blue eyes I had ever seen. I saw worry etched on her face. Her veins popping out and going in. Pain. She was in pain.

V She sat there, her big and round doe eyes looking at me with anticipation. ‘How cute!’ I thought. My eyes, slyly drifting towards her huge bosoms, which were slightly enlarged as she took a deep breath in, and then falling as she exhaled. Her eyes still watching me, waiting for my answer. To which, I had no answer to.

"Is this retribution for all the things I have done?" The next day, Zoe had a nightmare. In her nightmare, all her limbs had been tied, and she could not move. When she opened her eyes, she saw a man dressed in black holding a dagger. The man pressed her head down with one hand while his other hand plunged a dagger into her eye. He used the dagger to gouge her eyeballs out! "Ah—!" Zoe screamed miserably! This was not a dream! This was real! Both her eyeballs had been gouged out!