In Her Eyes Netflix Novels & Stories

There is something in her eyes when she stares you down that speaks of a long history with an endless stream of darkness. My words catch in the back of my throat as Winifred’s beady eyes lock onto my face. Her intelligent gaze studies me intently, as if she is seeing something that no one can see, and more than what I have shared. A shiver moves down my spine as she watches me with her hawk eyes, not missing a single thing.

Looks like she's alright, she's still acting the way she's acting before she got kidnapped. "Go ahead and wear the clothes," I said and she rolled her eyes. I moved back to my seat as I watched her dry herself. I admire her beauty, she looks so perfect. She might not be the goddess of beauty but she is indeed beautiful. A goddess of life and death yet her beauty is too captivating. Her oval face, plump lips, pointed nose, and her eyes that just makes my heart flutter despite it being scary. Urgh. "Did you notice my eyes?" What, how did she know I was thinking of her eyes?

She yells, raw rage in her eyes. Tbc.

Her luscious beautiful long blonde hair falls loosely all over her shoulders, it looks slightly disheveled like she’s been running her hands through them but it still gives this sexy and wild look. And her eyes….. God! Her eyes are dark, sharp and sexy with the most beautiful pair of green eyes have ever seen and she’s watching me like she knows exactly who I am. Like she’s been waiting for me specifically. With no ounce of fear in her expression. Not even cautious! “Declan?,” I say, voice low my gaze still locked on hers. “What the fuck is this? Where’s my hacker?”I grit out. “She’s the source,” Declan says as my eyes widen in surprise as I tear my gaze from his looking to see the confusion

Copyright ©️ 2024 Miss L Writes and Ember Mantel Productions Her chocolate brown eyes are framed by wet lashes. Her face is all blotchy from crying, but I think this is the most beautiful side of her that she has shown me yet. She stares, hands fisted in my t-shirt, vulnerable. She has let her guard down completely for me. After several long minutes, she nods.

And why is this lady playing along? The closer he got, the more her images filled his head. The first thing that caught him was her eyes. Ocean blue. The flashback of where he saw those eyes hit him as he took a good look at her when she got even closer. Wait, why does she look like... Fuck!... Bug??? What the hell?!!! Why is she here? And how does she know the Queen? Kathryn smiled. She couldn't believe her eyes. Sasha was right all along, Nolan was crazy about this woman. The way he looks at her, he can't even take his eyes off her for one second.

Her eyes—those dark, expressive eyes—were downcast, but I could tell they held immense fear, one she tried desperately to hide behind a mask of calm. She looked...striking. Beautiful, even. Not that I cared for the sentiment. Beauty was a distraction, and distractions were a liability. Still, I couldn’t deny that her presence stirred something in the room. Every Alpha, every single one of them, had their eyes glued to her, and I could sense their curiosity—and hunger.

I place my hand on her back, trying to soothe her. "It hurts." She mumbles in between sobs. I move some of the hair from her face and can feel that she's running warmer than usual. She looks up at me, and her eyes are glowing purple. I take in a sharp breath, not expecting her to be showing any signs of her powers developing, but I give her a small, reassuring smile.

I spent eight months in an office tracking her every move making her fathers company fail and leaving her with one job to survive. I built the maze. I dug the pit. As I looked up at the ceiling, my plan felt like a mistake. When I first saw her work four years ago, I saw a reflection of myself. Her mind seeks order with a velocity that matches the chaos in my own blood. In a world of variables Elena Vance was the only one who made sense. I brought her to Las Vegas to save her from a life. I built a glass office for her to work in. But she didn't see my goodwill, instead she saw a cage.

Only her green, still beautiful eyes gave things away; they had that far away look people get when they’re back in an alley with sirens that never got there in time. “You want them to pay,” she said to Elky. “So do I. I want to pull out every rug they walked on. But if we go back to your old game, our children will be sitting here in twenty years with prettier laptops and the same names on their screens.” “Assuming they live that long,” Elky said. A gust hit the windows hard enough to rattle the frames. A few drops forced their way in. The chandelier’s shadow shook on the ceiling like it had bad nerves.