Movie Behind Her Eyes Novels & Stories

She freezes for a second before she starts struggling, I cage her face in my hands, squashing her cheeks together. Her eyes flash as she stares into mine and I see a myriad of emotions run through her like a train wreck, fear and fury wars within those blue eyes yet my beast rams against my ribcage insisting I give up control, he's not satisfied with my way–not enough carnage. She swallows and my eyes are drawn to her throat, no doubt that soft flesh would taste better between my teeth. Her breath stutters as she stares into my eyes, seeing the beast clamoring to break free.

My body freezes and tears instantly sting my eyes. I turn slowly on my heels to see Nate hanging in suspense behind Danny and me, Molly providing a guiding hand as she stops him directly behind me.

Only a priest's prayers could ensure that Daeleen received my eyes. Onlookers expressed envy, and some were even moved to tears by Samuel's devotion to Daeleen. What they did not know was that the romantic Capo they were admiring had plucked out his own wife's eyes, and that the owner of the eyeballs on display were now lying on a bed, staring into nothing but darkness. There was no painkiller being administered. All the moans from the pain left me panting for air, with only the ventilator to keep me from suffocating.

A dark stain of blood quickly spread beneath her, seeping from her abdomen. In the audience, my friend laughed coldly, watching my plan unfold. "Serves them right for wronging you." "Thank you, Anna," I said, offering her a warm smile. It was her assistance that let me project the incriminating footage into their wedding slideshow. And just as Faye reached the peak of her "happily ever after," the rug had been pulled out from under her.

However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.

Hillary walks out from the steel door held open by her chauffer. She was in a nostalgic state with red puffed eyes and runny nose. Her lips were plump from biting it unconsciously. The movie was tormenting and heartbreaking to watch to the point she was unable to keep her tears from falling after the unexpected plot twist appeared by the end of the film, but as she left the room. Her soul and heart stayed where she sat for nearly two hours straight after grieving and crying her heart out.

There’s a frown of concentration on her face and I know she’s pulling forward the memories from that night. The scene around us changes, and we’re back in that forest. She’s running, and I realise this spell is showing us everything from her eyes of that night. The room falls pin-drop silent as everyone watches the unfolding of the events. A scream pierces the air, and she shouts out, terrified. It looks like a scene straight out of a horror movie. I can’t feel her emotions, but the shaky breath and the hammering pounding of her heart gives it away. She turns to see her friend flailing in the darkness, the body being thrown around by an unseen entity as blood splatters everywhere.

I was about to walk out the door but I became too late, because a respectable man was standing there already watching me and blocking the way. "You have such a very beautiful eyes, my lady." His hoarse voice echoed in my head. His posture, the way he spoke, I’m sure he was a nobleman. "Prince Zandrus, we need to go. The youngest Prince's team will be heading out now..." said the man behind him. The man also looked at me and was obviously amazed at the color of my eyes. I blinked so many times, I don't understand what's going on anymore. My extrasensory is not shutting down, I could still feel everything beyond my normal range and I know my eyes are still on their beautiful shade. I can't res

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

Only her eyes were exposed. Those eyes did not look at the camera. They stared only at Cain. Her fingers twirled a slender silver object. A poison needle. Its tip gleamed with a sickly green light. "Tonight, if you come, you and he both die." Her voice hissed from the projection's speakers, every word muffled by the gauze over her mouth. "Tonight, if you don't come, his head hangs on the city gate by morning. You decide." The footage shuddered violently on her last word. Then it went black.