Their Eyes Were Watching God Book Review Novels & Stories

Her eyes… Those light shades of brown eyes turned glossy. The look in them was soft and capable of melting the iciest hearts. The eyes…they thawed at my heart and made it clench painfully. Those eyes…they sent a reminder back to my memory. A reminder of a past that was the reason the present was like this and that would be the reason for whatever happened in the future. The eyes as gentle as they were made me mad. Rage was all I felt because of the sincerity of the eyes that have once betrayed me. How? How could she be so passionate about saving a mere slave when she wasn’t in a better position herself? How dare she act noble when she was nothing like it? HOW DARE SHE?

the eyes were not a painting on the book, she told herself, they were alive and real. The red eyes gazed at the angelically pure ones, Sara kept on staring into the eyes for few seconds before she could feel them wondering deep inside her head, they were penetrating and hypnotizing and stared directly at her naked soul, flipping her insides like pages, she felt herself being read and discovered like an interesting book that had no power over the hands holding it. her mind, unable to endure all the intensity, soon surrendered to darkness.

Chapter 50 Elijah's POV “This is what I only want to say tonight,” I was flustered. I couldn't even move a single finger while I was staring at the woman that I have been waiting for. Her eyes shifted at me, and I knew that a lot of things changed. Her eyes that used to be filled with profound love, kindness, and softness suddenly turned into cold and blank eyes.

Her body moved with the efficiency of someone who’d had to run, fight, endure. Her skin was a shade between bronze and burnished clay. Her hair, wild and dark, always barely tamed by pins she probably stole. Her lips had a permanent twist to them, like she was always five seconds from a threat or a joke. But her eyes, Gods. Those eyes were golden flames. Not the warm kind, the kind that cauterize, that sear straight through you and leave nothing untouched. When she was being difficult, no, when she was being a terror, they gleamed brighter, a vivid, volatile gold that danced with danger. It reminded me, almost cruelly, of Hayden’s eyes when we were younger, right before we did something reck

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I'm not going to deny that I thought it might be like this —I confess, head down. What a fool I was, I was just a man. He was always a man. Only one could make my mother happy. "I know that it is so. I know you, I saw it in your eyes. You may be very reserved in your career, but when you arrive here, home, your eyes change and you become the girl with big brown eyes who used to watch novels with me. You become sensitized, it is as if you try to be tough. However, I gave birth to you and I know what that shell hides.

Before my eyes, their color returned, the tension in their faces easing as their chests rose steadily once again. The crowd gasped softly, awe whispering through their ranks. When the light faded, they both laid still,they were alive and sound. The goddess lowered her hand and turned her gaze back to me. For a second, I wished she wouldn’t. Because when her eyes met mine, I felt seen. Not just as Evelyn,but as everything I was and everything I would ever be. It was overwhelming. I hope she didn't see the part of me that was fascinated by the creature she despised.

Chapter 87 — Beneath His Eyes Ollie’s POV I could feel it before I saw it, the weight of Ryder’s eyes on me. It wasn’t harsh or judging, but it was constant. He watched me the way people looked at something fragile, afraid to touch it, afraid it might break. Every time our eyes met, my chest tightened, torn between wanting him to look away and wanting him to never stop.

MARE - PRESENT MY EYES ARE BURNING from staring at a computer screen for so long. I’m so close to the end, to finishing this book that I can’t stop. My fingers ache and I can’t remember the last time that I ate, but none of it matters because the words won’t stop flowing.

God, those eyes. Up close, they were even more devastating. Like sea glass, flecked with gold that caught the low lighting. Eyes that saw too much, that had watched me across conference tables and through glass doors, cataloguing my moods and anticipating my needs with an efficiency that should have been professional and nothing more. Should have been. She looked up at me like she couldn’t decide whether to slap me or stop breathing altogether.