In Her Eyes Netflix Novels & Stories

I just saw an angel whose blue eyes glistened like the most polished gem, seeming to be pulling me into its depths as she looked straight into my eyes. Who is she?

Covering her face with a vile, leaving only her eyes uncovered. Already going back on words of not forgiving Ruby, Eric's heart melted. Eric nearly lost his breath. She looked exactly like he saw her one month ago. Her blue eyes was enough to give away her beauty. She looked so beautiful with just those dark blue eyes of her. He knew that no matter where she goes, if he sees those eyes, he will know it's her. He will always recognize those beautiful blue eyes anywhere.

"Now I see why I liked you from the moment I first saw you." I almost jerked back when I saw the beautiful and friendly eyes she looked at me with. The eyes which she had looked at me the first time we had met, when I had puked in the toilet and all the times when both me and her had terrorized Janette and Clarissa in a short period of time, our fun adventures in the malls, restaurants, cinemas and salons. But then, I recalled that it was the exact same eyes that almost drowned me in the bathtub at the pack house of Dylan, the eyes which returned me back to my parents when I was about to taste freedom and what real life was like. And the same eyes which looked at Steve Harrows before killing

Her eyes focus on the particular hidden items. She has a test to perform. Someone is impatient. * *

she said softly, “you don’t even know what you are.” ______ Nyx The first thing I noticed about her was her eyes. They weren’t just gold—they were molten. Alive. Like something sacred had cracked open inside her skull and never quite healed. Maela watched me like a riddle she’d already solved. And she looked hungry for the part of me I hadn’t yet discovered. “I’m not afraid of you,” I said, even though my fingers were clenched too tight and my heartbeat had found its way into my throat.

She came to the compound because the affiliate network had a position and she needed work. She has been at the table. She has been in the compound. She has been at every communal breakfast and every crew rotation and every training session with Drace for eighteen months and I have looked at her face across the table and I did not see it. The dark eyes. The same dark eyes that go all the way back to Irina and that I have been cataloguing in face after face for months. The eyes that I apparently share without having known whose they were when I looked at them in the mirror.

She was dying. Cynthia? Eleanor asked, leaning forward, her eyes narrowing as she saw the sudden terror in her host's expression. What is wrong with you? Do you recognize her? Cynthia did not answer. She could not speak. She could only stare at those cold, beautiful, and completely restored features on the screen, her mind locked onto the piercing, lethal intensity of those unforgettable eyes—the exact same eyes that had watched her from the shadows of the basement for twelve months, now burning with the absolute promise of her total destruction.

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

The only other thing that felt as ridiculous as that to me was when Jordan told me, "Josie needs a pair of eyes. Why won't you help her, Hazel?" "Why do you need my corneas for this? What makes her deserve this?" His expression turned ugly when he saw that I was mad. "She doesn't have friends or family, and she's lost her vision at such a young age. What do you expect her to do?" His tone had softened. "You're not the same as her, Hazel. You have me—I'll be your eyes. I'll hire someone to care for you and never leave you." It was mocking to me how serious he looked. "So, her vision matters, but mine doesn't?"

perhaps. "How are you?" Coreen inquired, and it was only then that I noticed the perfection of her eyes. I used to be fascinated by her face, but now I'm fascinated by her entire person. Her long, straight blonde hair complemented her heart-shaped face perfectly. Her heart-shaped face has caught my attention, and her lips are cupid, utterly lovely. She is indeed stunning.