Their Eyes Were Watching God Novels & Stories

But now, fueled by grief and an all-consuming fury, it roared to life. My vision swam. The world around me seemed to distort, to warp. I felt a searing heat course through my veins, my bones, my very soul. My eyes… they felt like they were on fire. Georgia, who had been watching the slaughter with a detached, almost bored expression, suddenly gasped. Her eyes widened, her smug composure shattering. "What… what is this?" she stammered, her voice laced with a sudden, uncharacteristic fear. "His eyes… they’re… it can’t be!"

After she got off the cab, she took off the sunglasses on the bridge of her nose. Elliot watched the woman from a distance. His heart was beating violently!

She pulled her thin blanked up to her chest. “Is anyone there?” She called out with a shacky voice. The noise seemed to stop for a while but soon she saw something even scarier than the noise. There was a pair of golden eyes lurking at her from a distance. An animal – that’s what Jess though, but as the pair of eyes moved silently closer to her cell the more scared, she felt. Jess held her breath as the eyes stopped right in front of her cell. She tried to comfort herself by telling her that it was just a small animal, but the eyes moved again. This time they didn’t move closer to her, but instead they moved from the low ground to the tall celling. Jess moved up the wall as the eyes moved hi

The kind that says I see you and I am glad and this is everything and I will not make it weird. When she pulls back her eyes are doing something. "Do not," I say. "I am not doing anything," she says. "Your eyes are doing something," I say. "They are fine," she says, blinking rapidly. "Completely fine. Dust." "Hackney dust." "Notorious for it," she says.

I said and I meant it dearly. Finally, we arrived and my heartbeat increased suddenly. I was quite tense to see them again, my anger was already boiling up and hatred filled my eyes. My eyes had seen all kinds of pain and evil, my eyes that had closed with finality in the cold hands of death, but somehow had been revived to new birth by the graceful nature of the Moon goddess. These same eyes were going to witness the doom of these powerful yet wicked men, they would be at my mercy, I was sure of it.

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.

I can feel my tears rolling down my cheeks. I don’t like this. Stop it, please. "I'm not crazy! Stop this, please! No, I'm not crazy! Just please, stop!" "Hey! Stop that! Heavenly, listen to me!" The stranger successfully reached me and he held both of my hands before he forced me to look at him. There, I saw his peculiar eyes again. Like it’s calling me... I can see a whole new world inside those pair of eyes. "Hey, calm down. Please."

Her eyes widened, filled with anger and disobedience, but she did not dare to disobey her father's orders. However, her resistance made me shiver a bit. I didn't think a young girl would have eyes like that. It was full of murderous intent and seemed to have a fire that wanted to burn the other person. I was so focused on Helen that I didn't notice Elias looking at me. He had discovered me since I appeared, and instead of exposing me, he just spoke softly. "Does that noise bother you?" As soon as he asked, Gamma and Helen's eyes turned towards me. I suddenly stepped back; somehow, I felt like I had just committed a crime and had just been discovered.

Her blood burned through my fabric until it reached my eyes and brain. I opened my eyes and they were on fire. "You're eyes!" she exclaimed. I could feel it as quickly as it came and went. My eyes were glowing. The fire had burned its way through me and I was still. I got to my knees again. "Khai, say something," she pleaded. I could see them all, eyes full of terror and concern but it wasn't the usual terror and concern. They didn't pity me, fear me or respect me, they were terrified of me. Hardly concerned about me but about their own lives. It felt good.

Eliza nods and fights back the tears, “She was.” She pockets the picture again, “But this Voodoo-Witch might know her, and if he does then I know he’s the one.” Molly nods, and then the door opens again. She turns to see Abimelech and a tall thin black man. He has a long face, a well-trimmed bushy beard, wide full lips and a long Nubian nose. His eyes are dark-brown and almost black and the glow that Witch’s eyes have looks odd with his eyes as dark as they are.