Novel & Cerita Movie Behind Her Eyes

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

I pour myself another before walking towards my window. The night is calm and cold. The hoodie was helping with the cold but that kiss made me hot. Surprising hot. Her big brown eyes has always been a weakness. While looking at them, my heart reacted in a way it has never reacted before. They are so big and brown. So enchanting. I noticed little tears on them. She was crying. She lied that she wasn't. I didn't notice her presence in the movie room. I was so focused on the movie.

A witch's magic is never truly lost. As I made my way to meet with the pack doctors, a pair of blue eyes kept invading my thoughts and I knew that until I had her, I wouldn't be able to get her out of my head.

"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

I'm with Jae today, and we are watching the movie Blind Eyes written by itsmeblackSG. It's bizarre because the protagonist is so beautiful, and then she is the one to be feared in the Underground World, even in the Mafia World. She is also considered an assassin. I idolize her, especially when her eyes turn gray, especially when she gets furious. And Allen and Katana are thrilled. They have chemistry. Ayeeee! "How's the movie?" Jae suddenly asked me.

It was followed by a grunt and I turned in the direction of the sound, my eyes widening to twice their size as we locked eyes. "No one will hear you," The woman continued, tears spilling from her bloodshot eyes. "No one did. There's no point," Her hoarse voice cracked and all the strength in my bones died. "Who... who are you?" It came out muffled against the gag. "and what are—" "Ah, I see you've met my wife, Julia." Shivers ran down my spine as the room flickered to life with bright lights. My breath hitched as I came face to face with him.

‎Screens flicker. ‎Rewind. ‎Play. ‎Rewind. ‎Play. ‎We watch her walk in. ‎Head down. ‎Alone. ‎My chest tightens. ‎She shouldn’t be alone. ‎She’s never alone. ‎Then— ‎Static. ‎The screen glitches. ‎Cuts. ‎Fifteen minutes of nothing. ‎When it comes back, She’s gone. Just… ‎gone. ‎No exit footage. ‎No struggle caught on camera. ‎No trace.

I awake with a slight headache and sit up, looking around the room. I realize I am alone and stand carefully. I look around the room in search of the bathroom. I decided to try the black door by the balcony first, and internally dance it is. I turn the light on and look in the mirror. My hair is stuck to my face, and my eyes are puffy and red from crying. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

I slowly sneaked in to take the keys and ran a small marathon to my washroom. I was shivering so much. I went inside my washroom, took my soap and pressed the key against it. My mom have always yelled me telling that watching too many movies is not going to help me out in anyways. But look what happened now. Watching movies helps me a lot. I am just recreating this scene of Raazi inside my washroom. The only difference is Sehmat married a Pakistani and I married this Indian maniac. I am pretty much sure he must have ancestors from European countries. That hansome he looks. Ah!

She looked at the scene in front of her with sadness in her heart. She had seen in a movie before that dusk was the most emotional time of day. Although she had already woken up and knew it was impossible to go to another world, her heart still hurt. The door was suddenly pushed open, and Elliot walked in with a cane. Seeing her eyes open, he wondered, "When did you wake up?"