Rob Behind Her Eyes Novels & Stories

Robin said. A dark brown eye with a black pupil regarded her and the delicate fingering ceased. “You disobeyed me, son.” The gasp came from Nell. “Blame me,” she managed. “Everyone does.” That cheek was positively blooming and Wynreth seemed to be slim beneath her purple garment, cinched with seashells. A breeze came from nowhere, calming her mind. “Look closely, mother,” Robin urged. Half her face was burned, leading Nell to wonder anew.

"Are you ever going to hurt yourself?" "No. Not now, not after us." "Would you tell me if that changed?" I struggle to meet her eyes. I can feel the burning tears. I feel ashamed of this weakness. "Would you?" she asks, again. I nod, unable to answer. She reaches out to gently stroke my cheek, and then pulls me forward so my head is pillowed on her chest. She holds me like that as I breathe, trying to fight back the urge to cry. I manage, somehow, and Robs lets go of my hand so she can gently rub my back for me.

The pain shoots through my ribs, making me wince, but I ignore it. Rook catches it, though, his expression hardening. “You need more painkillers?” I shake my head. “Nah. I’m fine.” “Bullshit,” he mutters under his breath, but he doesn’t push it. Instead, he shifts, pressing a hand against my thigh, grounding me. Rook keeps his eyes on me, his fingers pressing against my thigh like he’s trying to anchor me in place. His jaw tightens, and I already know what’s coming before he even opens his mouth.

He simply stayed quiet, standing firmly on his feet while being manhandled by his bully. Unable to hold in his anger at the lack of reaction, Jonas pulled his arm back and punched him hard in the face. The teenager's head snapped back from the violent impact, but his body was held firmly in place by Jonas's tight grip on his shirt. Taking a slow, deep breath, the boy opened his eyes and stared right into Jonas's. His gaze was so acute and terrifyingly dead that the guys standing behind the jock instinctively began backing away. His eyes were bloodshot.

I turned off the shower but I still couldn't get his scent off me. Wrapping myself in a robe, I went to my closet to pick an outfit for my interview tomorrow. I didn't want to be late. I needed this job. I ended up chosing a deep blue straight gown and a pair of red heels. I laid in bed and wrapped myself in blankets trying to sleep but I couldn't. Everytime I closed my eyes I was met the same set gold eyes. Haunting me and pulling me away from sleep. By the time it was 6am in the morning, I had gotten little to no sleep and my eyes were dull.

She raised the mask from her chin to cover her nose and mouth. "Sir, I'm sorry, but perhaps you are aware that the Bronca bugs are the host of these Bronc X viruses." "I heard so," I lied, and I was dying deep inside to tell her that it's not a virus but the venom of the cultured Bronca bug. "For a while," she said and disappeared before I took my next breath. She was back anyway after a couple of minutes, but she was already wearing a protective gown, a mask, and a face shield this time. She also handed another set for me, and I obediently complied. I didn't want them to get infected, either.

Krister disappeared in the back to get something whilst Rojean was left there to contemplate on her own how she was going to pull the act off if she was a bad liar herself. Sighing, she took the frame from the table where there was a picture of Sei in it. Typical Sei with a frown on her face. She swore if they age, Sei would look so much younger seeing as she wouldn’t have wrinkles that formed over the years due to her not knowing how to smile. But it was too late, Rojean thought, Sei was gone and she had put herself into this situation because she somewhat felt connected to the woman she’s never heard of her entire life.

Jack was trying to talk to him in the back of the car, but he did not say a word. After a very long time, he finally said, “That little girl was lying. She wasn’t happy. She was clearly angry.” “Mr. Anderson, you gave that poor thing a chocolate to eat. She was grinning from ear to ear. How could she possibly be upset?” Rob looked out the window with a complicated expression. “She’s like Heather. Her right pupil turns red when she’s angry.” My heart was in my throat. Rob was smart. He would definitely put two and two together.

“I was just walking, by the old oak, you know? Just... enjoying the quiet. And then I heard it. A snap. Like a twig. I turned, and there it was. Just a flash. Through the trees. Two eyes. Amber. Not golden. Not brown. Amber. And then it was gone.” My gut twisted. Amber eyes. That wasn't one of ours. Our pack, our territory, had nothing with amber eyes. Gold, green, sometimes a deep, dark brown. But never amber. “Are you sure?” Rook asked, his voice softer than usual. “Could it have been the light? A trick of the shadows?” She let out a choked sob. “No! I know what I saw! It was looking at me. Right at me. Standing there, just… watching.”