In Her Eyes Netflix Mga Nobela at Kwento

She stood with her chin up, her perfectly smooth skin and peach luscious lips, made her look like a goddess even under the thin net veil. Her Natural dark eyebrows that matched her healthy long black hair giving her that innocent yet dangerous look. But her eyes! Those deep blue eyes that could drown anybody into it were most definitely the deadliest feature.

“You can’t keep me here. I’m not a prisoner! You took away all my devices! My friends can’t even reach me. They probably think I’m dead. I missed today’s classes, and I have an upcoming test! Do you know how important that is to me?” Her face is red from anger, but all I can look at are her eyes, the eyes that froze me that day. They are hazel, glinting with flecks of green and gold. On a closer look, she doesn’t look very similar to her father, just a mild resemblance. But they have the same eyes. The eyes that torment me in my sleep. Just then, those eyes turn to meet mine, and she freezes. Confusion coats her features, and I see a hint of fear in her expression.

“It must be nice being a god. It must be nice deciding who dies. I hate you. I hate all of this. Just kill me already.” “I do whatever I want, feisty.” I finally step closer, and she lifts her head. Her eyes are pale green. Soft and alive. The most alive eyes I have seen in a long time. They remind me of every stubborn thing the earth has managed to grow despite cruelty. She holds my gaze. And for one strange moment, I want to stay here. Just looking at her. Just existing in this pause. Her face is delicate, almost painfully so. Her eyes search mine again.

Or maybe I already am because of this girl I've been seeing in my episodes. "Come with me!" she said. "Where are we going?" I asked. "Do you want to know the truth? Follow me!" she replied. She's not a ghost. Well, not that I know of. She seemed normal to me. She's petite. She has long, ebony-black hair and white complexion and her cheek's a little chubby. The most remarkable thing about her is her eyes. When you look at her deep, mysterious brown eyes, no matter how saddened you're with this fantasy, a sudden feeling of calmness takes over you.

Lame. We warm up with pairs again, and Dane is with me as usual. But what's strange is that I spot Heather eyeing Dane. I thought she would be in jail, but I guess they haven't found any evidence to reel her in. She just better stay away from my Dane. If she touches him, I'll rip her face off, and I won't be quick. I'll drag it out.

human girl hiding in the depth of my large bed looks at me without a single fear in her eyes. She watches me with one of her eyes watching from underneath her hair, her other eye hidden from me. I'm yet to get the color of her eyes because just yesterday they were the darkest shades of black I'd ever seen, dark as a stormy night's darkness itself. And tonight, they were shades of fading brown color, the type that appears to have rusty green pigment mixed with it. And they were beautiful. She doesn't budge and just watched my every move as I advanced toward her, half-naked. Other women would be scared and try to run and fight when I catch them. But not her. There's calculation in her eyes

Three years into my marriage to Vivian Rhodes, I've suffered three separate accidents. In the first year, my art studio mysteriously catches fire, and a falling easel crushes both of my hands. In the second year, I am involved in a car accident that damages my reproductive system, leaving me infertile. In the third year, I am attacked and suffer a severe head injury. When I wake up, I develop serious vision problems. The doctor tells me that my corneas are severely damaged and infected. To save my life, they have to remove one of my eyes. Devastated, I chase the doctors and nurses out of my room and flee from the hospital. But then I overhear my wife talking to her best friend, H

Dame she looks cute . After taking a sip i set down the glass and turn my body half towards her keeping my one hand on the head of the couch Her big brown eyes look at me . "Are you ok now ?" I asked . "Ya ..i am fine " I noticed her hair slightly damp seemed like she took a bath . Fuck ....ZANDER !!! Stop thinking about it . "Should we watch something? " i nodded as she asked ....some what trying to get away from my gaze . We were watching "Letters to Julilet " when i felt a head on my shoulder.

She wonders as she stares at the screen and of her subconscious request it pauses and panel wide and focuses on that particular frame as she asks the question. “Her eyes?” sarcastically questioning as she could not find the reason of it being the core thing that was taken away, but rather just the physical state of the matter, she asks once more. “Those sapphire blue eyes, or maybe,” pausing for a while as she is somehow putting a thrill unto it, she smiles sinisterly as she whispers. “Her heart?”

Everything inside me stops. No. Don’t do that, little nightmare. Her violet eyes stay locked with mine. She takes one step. Then another. Toward me. Fuck. The room erupts louder. I don’t hear any of it. All I can see is her. Lavender dress. Black curls. Violet eyes. Walking directly toward me like she has no idea she’s about to destroy every piece of restraint I’ve managed to hold onto. She stops in front of my chair. I look up at her. For once in my life, I have absolutely nothing clever to say. Aria looks nervous. Her cheeks are flushed, but she doesn’t look away.