Novel & Cerita Movie Behind Her Eyes

“This is what she actually looked like.” Myla leaned in, and the breath left her lungs in a sharp, painful rush. Her hand flew to her mouth, her eyes widening in pure horror. Hayden and Beck leaned in behind her, and the room became filled with a chorus of dark, visceral curses. "Oh my god," Myla whispered, her voice barely audible. On the screen was the face of a woman who wasn't blonde. She had dark, flowing hair and deep, soulful eyes. The shape of her nose, the curve of her jaw, the specific, delicate line of her throat.

She was barely over 5'3"; her height only made it to my chest as hot, panicked breaths grazed me. She had an hourglass frame that fought vehemently not to get too covered by the winter outfit she donned. I watched her lips quiver and part one more time, making it unbearable as curiosity tugged at me, wondering what her eyes could look like. What do I care anyway? She should see the man who's about to dismantle her in ways she never ever imagined and me, the girl I'm about to dismantle and have her beg me still. I tore the blindfold away with brutal force. She reeled like a winter caught in winter wind, blinking as her eyes wandered the room. Killer eyes.

Gathering all her courage she turn around with closed eyes. She stand there taking deep breathes, expecting something gonna happen but after sometime when she didn't feel anything , she finally open her eyes peeking through her lashes. "Offf!" A wave of relief spread all over her founding no one there. "I'm stop seeing any kind of horror or mystery movie", shaking her head she again wash her sweaty face . After rubbing her face with a towel she walk outside. "Aaaah!" A scream left from her lips when she take a step out and a hand grab her neck. Her eyes come out of socket as she started thrashing when she saw a black figure there.

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?"

The law was his weapon now. The panic inside me didn’t break. I walked away from the window. Stood in front of the cracked mirror. The woman looking back at me didn't look like an analyst from Chicago anymore. Her gold dress was ripped, stained with grease and blood. Her hair was falling from its knot. Her eyes were dark, hollow and fiercely alive. Julian thought he had directed the tragedy. He thought because he had watched me for ten years he knew how much pressure it took to make me break. He thought I would run until my fuel died then crawl back to his penthouse to beg for my fathers life.

my eyes widen JESSES POV I walk towards my office my secretary rushes to me " Sir there's someone waiting for you at the office". "who is it?". " I don't know, but you might be-"i open the door. I couldn't believe me, I felt my heart instantly fall out of my chest, I rub my eyes with my hands hoping i wasn't dreaming or seeing things. She wears a smile, she stands up from the chair, she walks toward me "Hi, honey".

Her eyes were teary for nth time because his empathetic gesture was like a drizzle of rain washing the sorrows that fatigued her body to the brink of wishing death. "Confide to me a secret you won't ever think telling people who know you. C'mon, we're practically strangers." She persisted. He averted look and sighed which meant a big no, apparently. Something must have overtaken him causing the photo to slip his fingers. Thankfully, she was fast enough to catch their valuable keepsake! She turned about to spit fire at him for his carelessness but his obsidian pair of eyes paralyze her body. They bore pain so intense, it lures her into taking half of it to alleviate his suffering...

To be honest, my libido went up, causing irregular pulses in several parts of my body. We arrived at a room. A woman with horns and red eyes flashed, intercepted. "A new girl again?" She asked. "She's not a prisoner for you to take her soul," Kevin argued without answering the horned woman's question. "So she's not my meal candidate?" I started to get goosebumps. Meal candidate? So the horned girl was going to eat me and Jack brought me here on purpose to... “Jack… who is that woman?” I whispered. “She is… she is… my wife….”

I watched in amazement as her eyes glazed over. “I see fire,” she said. “I knew it.” Then her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she cried out in pain. I was about to jump off the bed to get the doctor when she suddenly went limp in my arms. I looked again and her eyes were closed although I could see movement from under her eyelid.

I could see I wasn't the only one watching, she seemed to have gotten the attention of other males in the eatery cause their eyes were glued to her body, probably her backside that didn't stop making some crazy shaky shaky movements. I was in my room, lying on my plush bed with my HP laptop on my laps, I was watching the famous movie 'Money Heist' I was so absorbed in the storyline of the movie that I didn't even get up to make use of the toilet or go over to my kitchen to prepare launch. My mouth opened widely as I watched Nairobi get shot. "Oh my goodness!" I exclaimed, pausing the movie with a double tap on the space bar. I grabbed my phone under my pillow, switching on my data connection