Rob Behind Her Eyes Novels & Stories

He made it seem like I could easily rip Sylvia into pieces with just my sight. I only realized I had tears streaking down my face when I felt Marcus' hand on my cheek. "Don't cry, honey. I'm sorry. Please listen to me, okay? It's not what you think…" Marcus kept wiping my tears away in a fit of panic, but he could never stem my tears no matter how much he wiped. In the end, he just pulled me into his arms and began comforting me in soft tones. At the same time, he prevented me from looking at Sylvia.

Almost. Her eyes wouldn't close. I'd tried three times, gently pressing the lids down, holding them for a count of ten, twenty, thirty. They kept springing back open. Those dark eyes that looked so much like mine, staring at nothing. After the fourth try, I gave up. Maybe it was better this way. Closed eyes meant accepting something I wasn't ready to accept. "Should we cover her?" Robin asked quietly as he slid his arms under her. "It might be hard, seeing her eyes..."

"Please, stay with me. Open your eyes." Watch how easily he is fooled, Rose’s voice echoed around my prison, though it came from the screen above. I watched in absolute horror as my own physical eyelids fluttered open. But I wasn't the one controlling them. Rose immediately suppressed the brilliant, emerald green glow in my pupils, forcing the eyes back to their natural, soft brown. She let out a weak, disoriented gasp, mimicking my voice perfectly. "Rohan..." she murmured, her hands—my hands—weakly reaching up to clutch at the fabric of his jacket.

The idea of not seeing my baby’s face as they’re brought out of me sent a wave of sadness through me. For that reason, I reconsidered my option. “You can assess my eyes,” I said and walked over to the couch. She came to meet me there and I heard her set down some equipment. Liam was still in the room, but awfully quiet. He watched as the woman told me to widen my eyes to the highest level and pried around it with something I didn’t know. “Have you perhaps seen anything since that accident? Maybe for one second, your eyes worked.” “No. Except for dreams and nightmares, they never worked normally.”

My neck strained, my head turning heavily to scan the exact coordinates Brooke’s eyes had occupied just moments prior. “What specific target was your vision evaluating just now? Did your tracking senses isolate a high-ranking alpha specimen? My own eyes demand to log his physical attributes!” “My focus was charting zero targets. Focus your fangs here, let our vessels drain,” Brooke interjected with rapid speed, her arms expanding to block my field of view. But her defense was executed too late. My intoxicated vision had already locked squarely onto the male Brooke was attempting to obscure.

Robert was eyeing Rooh curiously because he knows I also fuck and dump and never be seen with any women. "Не трогай глаза, иначе я выдерну их голыми пальцами." I let out with my gritted teeth and he immediately scurried away out of the room. (Translation: Don't fucking eye her or else I will take them out with my bare fingers.) I settled Rooh on the same stool Robert was sitting making her confused yet curious like a little kitten. I pulled the curtains so no one can look inside. I sat in front of her and started setting the ink and other things and then turned on the tattoo machine.

Pearl replied, fire burning in her fierce eyes. "Damn you, bîtch!" Rook tried grabbing her neck again, but Rebekah came between them before it could happen. "If you want your hands on the ground, then touch me" Rebekah threatened, and Rook dropped his hand with a scoff. *

I rub slow, gentle circles on her shoulders until she was turning in my arms and looking at me with glossy eyes. Ahh, shit. I think I'm done for now. I definitely can't ignore that look on her beautiful face. But I can't confront the issue in their presence so I shake my head at her, causing her to turn her nose up at me, her beautiful eyes getting a bit glossier and her sweet lips trembling slightly. But she nods softly and I really hope she understood that before turning her attention back to the two overly worried protectors in front of her that are my brothers.

His eyes locked on hers, unblinking, daring her to test him. Rohan circled her like a man admiring a painting, his polished shoes clicking against the marble floor with every step. His eyes didn’t leave her—not once. Abigail stood frozen a few steps away, her head bowed, hands knotted in front of her, like she wanted to melt into the floor. The rest of the workers were still, shadows holding their breath. "You wear that smile well.." Rohan said, his voice calm, even amused. "But I see it, I see behind it. You can’t hide from me, girl. You never could." He leaned closer, whispering the last part like a secret only the two of them shared.

Just being in charge was totally not my thing, and I was surprised that my entire being didn't collapse under the pressure of so many lives. "Ruby!" My eyes snapped open at the voice, so close to my ear, it rattled my brain. I whipped my head to the side so fast, I could have gotten whiplash. Beside me was Brooke, grinning like an idiot, her ebony hair falling in her face and hiding her almost black eyes. Her smile was like a radiant ball of beautiful sun, so the anger I previously held for her diminished into a slight exasperation that I expressed by rolling my eyes.