In Her Eyes Netflix Novels & Stories

I wanted to talk to her but at the same time, I didn't want to interrupt her calmness. I didn’t realise that I'd been staring at her for too long when she suddenly said, “How long are you going to be staring at me?” Her eyes were still closed. Her words kept me frozen because I wanted to move but I couldn’t. She opened her right eye for a brief moment and smiled, closing it again, “Robert, if you’re going to spend our time together staring at me, you’re just going to strain your eyes and neck.” She added, “Also, it’s a bit creepy.”

When she saw the notification from Netimail, she tapped into her inbox confusedly! She was caught off guard when she saw a familiar name! Jed Hutchinson! She saw Jed's name. In an instant, tears welled up in her eyes. Was Jed not dead? If not, why would he send her an email? Tears blurred her vision. Her fingers were trembling terribly, so much so that she had to tap a few times before tapping into Jed's emails. Perhaps she was too excited, so she accidentally tapped on the back button. Looking at her phone's home screen. She could not help but doubt the reality of the matter.

Her eyes were red and puffy, but her expression was calm in that quiet, dangerous way that came only after heartbreak had stopped bleeding and turned into resolve. She had cried herself into exhaustion after the stream. He and Fred had stayed through the night, taking turns making tea she didn’t drink and watching her stare into the flickering TV as if afraid to blink. Now, she just stared at the screen, the silence between them punctuated by the faint hum of notifications. Fred was pacing near the window, scrolling through his phone. “It’s everywhere,” he muttered. “She’s trending across four continents. Hashtags, videos, edits half the internet thinks she’s a victim, the other half thinks

She can see it in his eyes. MATE.

After an annoying and exhausting meeting, I dashed into my mansion to see nobody. There were no workers, and my parents weren't there. I thought they would be in their respective room so I strolled to my own room. I was too stunned that I was emotionless. What I see inside my room was– A girl. She had hazel siren eyes, her upper lip was thinner than her lower one, red hair which was flowing down her shoulder and she was dressed that her upper body and her lower body was revealing. Exactly like a–sexy girl.

Both were shocked with this incident, Anya looks up and collides with his blue-green eyes. Anya raise her finger and traces on Sebastian's eyes making him shiver with her touch "Your eyes are so beautiful, so pure without any malice." Anya stares into his eyes with admiration and fascination then says "Why you always filled them with negative emotions? Or else they are the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen in my life." Hearing her words Sebastian holds her waist and pulls her closer to him then he touches his forehead with her and mumbles "Stop me before I lose control."

And she also wouldn't have been so desperate to ask the King and Queen to release her from the competition, and to not make her waste an entire year here. What was she thinking when she decided to take the damn thing from her eyes and look at herself in the mirror when she knew she was going to see her death? How insane has she become to do that? "What are you thinking?" Adonis asked, staring at me and bringing me back to reality. Sigh. "Just... What was this idiot thinking when she decided to see her death?"

Or is it her smiles, which were the kind that would make any man a prisoner of mortality and conscience, and her captivating blue eyes. David thought looking at her eyes, the kind that God gives to every beautiful lady, which held no makeup looking so natural and packed her hair in a neat beautiful bun with curly tendrils framing her eyes, her long natural long lashes flipped also together as she blinked them innocently as she stared at David... She is looking dazzling beautiful, especially in her well-ironed uniform, which exposed the swell of her breasts shapes through her shirt...A tin necklace with a diamond laid on her neck is worth millions of dollars.....

I didn't want to watch Paris become something you associated with this. She looked across the aisle at him. He was reading something on his laptop, his jaw set in the focused expression she had catalogued without meaning to, and he looked up at that exact moment and found her watching him. Neither of them looked away immediately. Then she looked back at her screen. Outside the window the Atlantic stretched gray and endless below them, Chicago was still hours away and the shirt she'd wore this morning was folded in her suitcase in the hold. Andrea stared at her laptop and thought about restaurants and maps and the version of her life that looked nothing like the one she was living.

Mdm. Meredith's expression contorted even more after hearing my retort. She snatched a blade from a nearby bodyguard and plunged it in my direction. "I'll kill you, you filthy woman!" Thankfully, the police came just in time and saved me from Mdm. Meredith's upcoming attack. After Mdm. Meredith got pinned on the ground, she shrieked at the top of her lungs, "Don't touch me with your filthy hands! Do you have any idea who I am? You can't touch a hair on the Lamberts' heads!"