Movie Behind Her Eyes Novels & Stories

Reid quickly instructed the camera to follow her eyes. She walked slowly, her gaze changing with each step. Halfway, she looked back, her eyes filled with complex emotions. It was as if her parents and the battlefield appeared in her mind. From reluctance to acceptance, she sighed softly, resigning to her fate. When she turned back, her eyes glistened with tears, and she slowly ascended to the queen’s seat. Crissy wasn’t just any woman; she had fought in battles, killed enemies. Her gaze was a mix of regal grace and a warrior’s fierceness.

But the pain in my wrist from tugging at the ropes says otherwise, and the ache in my side from being thrown into this room is all too real. Wow. On the big flat-screen TV are those unforgettable eyes—eyes that no one could ever forget if they had the chance to see them. They can look right into your soul and know everything about you with just one look. Those eyes can tear you apart and leave you in a heap on the floor, undress you without even touching you. No doubt, my kids have inherited those eyes.

He placed the tablet in front of me and stepped back. I tapped the screen. Grainy security footage flickered to life. I watched as the scene played out. The tension. The timing. The way everything unfolded with calculated precision. Just then I saw a woman in the background. She was partially obscured, moving just enough for the camera to catch a glimpse of her face. I froze. My breath caught in my throat, my fingers tightening around the edges of the tablet. “No…” I whispered. Those eyes. I would recognize them anywhere.

She knew then that no authority could be of help to her. Without thinking, she stepped on his toes and ran away from him, but the swinging of his hands caught her by the cheeks. She lost her right eye; a souvenir of her desire to live and protect her sister from someone like the monster now eating thousands of bullets before her. The sound of gunshot was music to hear ears and the blood dripping out the man who created her nightmare was a film she longed to watch. Despite her eyes throbbing and bleeding so hard, she kept them open, desiring nothing more than to watch the monster stumbled so unceremoniously on his feet and slumped on the ground, his life ebbing away before he could even ask f

A movie played on the massive screen. My eyes scanned the rows, and then I saw her slumped in one of the back seats, head buried in her lap, shoulders shaking with quiet sobs. Fuck. Moving toward her, I called firmly, "Green eyes." She flinched at the sound of my voice, her tear-streaked face lifting toward me. The second our eyes met, she shattered. I barely had time to react before she threw herself at me, clinging to my shirt like it was the only thing keeping her together. "Liam," she choked out.

When I closed my eyes the presence momentarily disappeared, it almost made me sigh in relief. But I opened my eyes… and the fear ended. I just stared at her, standing in front of me— staring back at me with a creepy grin on her face. The cold scream had brought me back to reality and I could almost feel my heart being squeezed. I wipe off the beads of sweat in my forehead and find a place to sit. Madam Blanchet stood up in the front and played a movie entitled, "A Walk To Remember." The movie was sad and heart wrenching. Many of them cried. There is even someone who felt elated, like he was being drowned in holy water.

Walking up to my apartment, I set my jaw. Time to get ready. ................................................................... "He's moving!" whispers a voice in the early day. My eyes snap open and in half a second I'm at the car window with my hand over my gun. Pike looks through his binoculars and eyes the huge white house that sits in the little green meadow. The others join me at the windows. Mia and Ves are in the front, while Jack is in the back. We all eyes Avezedo as he shuffles to his car and gets in.

She pouted her filler injected lips. "Stop acting like a slut, you clung to me like you are some sort of a monkey," I said trying to lower down my voice. "Hmp, why so rude Wesley. I just want to see you. Why are you acting so disgusted right now as if you don't want to taste me," She opened her legs to the point that I can see her panties already. Olivia and I are in the same grade, college so it's normal for her to act like this infront of me.

But the moment she turned her back on me, I felt it again-Derick's eyes, persistent, boring deep into me as though he was looking right through me. I bit the inside of my cheek, the feeling too much to bear. I had no idea why it was being so.exposing. So exposed. His presence was overpowering, filling the room in such a way that made me want to run and hide. But something made me glance up. The instant his eyes met mine, I caught my breath. The darkness of his eyes appeared to penetrate me and I braced myself. I could not look away, though every fiber of me cried out to do so.

Maya looks directly into the camera with eyes that shimmer with unshed tears. "She almost took her own life."