Their Eyes Were Watching God Novels & Stories

For the world, we created and nurtured together. Riley made me believe in a world where love is greater than my insecurities. A world where the sun shines whenever he looks at me. A world where mistakes are accepted and forgiveness is a possibility. A world far better than my dreams. Yes, life indeed is beautiful, because I see the world differently now through the eyes of my Alpha. THE END. Through The Eyes Of My Alpha - Cassandra M / April-June 2022 Author’s Note: The Epilogue Scene in this book succeeded the epilogue scene from Alpha Caspian’s In The Arms of My Alpha, where there was a scene of Amber and Zach’s mischief. You can reread it to relieve the moment.

I close my eyes and try not to see black blood or gold eyes or the shape of my father’s mouth forming the single word he died trying to finish. Goddess. The word sits in the dark with me, unfinished and heavy, while the bar on the other side of the door remains firmly in place and the cold of the shed slowly works its way into my bones. I do not sleep for a long time. When I finally drift, it is not into rest. It is back toward the edge of the same nightmare, where two dying men look at me with the same desperate eyes, and the only person watching from the corner is Bridget, waiting to decide which of us will be blamed when the last breath leaves. The bar stays locked. The word “goddess” si

Each day was a mirror of the one before, the joy of childhood a distant and forgotten memory. Yet in the distance, beyond the tall pines and hidden corners of her small world, a spark of hope lingered. A pair of eyes, belonging to the Alpha of her pack, Gideon, watched her from afar. His presence was an enigma, his watchful gaze a constant in her life. His mature and handsome face was both a mystery and a comfort, and though she did not understand why he watched her, his eyes seemed to promise something more. Those eyes, filled with wisdom and understanding, were her solace, her secret connection to something beyond her pain. They were a beacon in her stormy world, a silent promise of someth

Heart was still in shocked and slowly nodded because she could not still believed that she was saved and finally she saw a light. “Um, y-yeah, thanks.” She mumbled and thanked Georgia as well. Heart slowly raised her arm and hugged her back with her one hand as she was caressing Georgia’s back to comfort her from crying. But then, Heart felt that someone was watching them, she looked at that direction and Annie was seriously looking at her. Their eyes met. Heart was surprised that Annie was watching her.

After my eyes were plucked out, I lay on the operating table with two empty sockets on my face, resembling that of a broken doll. Samuel Sterling felt no guilt. He picked up my eyes to examine them and praised them, saying, "Daeleen was right. These really are a beautiful pair of eyes! I promised you, Daeleen. I will make all your wishes come true." As the anesthesia's effect slowly wore off, I could not help but cry out in pain. Samuel finally turned his attention to me as if blaming me for interrupting his memories of Daeleen.

I place my hand on her back, trying to soothe her. "It hurts." She mumbles in between sobs. I move some of the hair from her face and can feel that she's running warmer than usual. She looks up at me, and her eyes are glowing purple. I take in a sharp breath, not expecting her to be showing any signs of her powers developing, but I give her a small, reassuring smile.

She addressed the maids warmly. Faith turned her attention to the haggard old lady who was eying her curiously. Although her hair was untamed, deep creases were jutting into her skin and the trimmings of her shapeless black skirt were caked in mud, she had the most vivid, unusual golden eyes Faith had ever seen. She did not realise such a coloured iris existed! They shone like a golden flame, expelling warmth, magic and danger.

I was forced to witness the intimate scene, feeling invisible to him. Overwhelmed, I lowered my head and closed my eyes, unable to bear the graphic display. But the sound of moaning made my head feel like it was going to explode. Why? Why would he do something so cruel to me? Then, cutting through the haze, I heard his commanding voice. "Open your eyes. Watch and learn." Compelled, I lifted my head and opened my eyes. A terrible question emerged in my mind—Why did he want me to watch this? These women were experienced, moving around him with silent precision, their actions like a twisted, intimate choreography.

My first thought was that this thing was pure evil, “ba dum ...... ba dum” Now that the black cloud had dissipated, I could see them better. I blink several times to adjust my vision. They were watching me, penetrating directly into my soul. They were the eyes of devastation. They erupted in fire, consuming everything in their path. An enormous black horse appeared from the mass of black smoke.

Josiah's hand pressed at my back, steering me left, and I turned with the pressure and let the crowd close between us. But I felt it, that split down the center of me, the seam between the docile wife moving correctly toward the exit and the woman underneath her who had sat in a theater box and told a stranger something true for the first time in a year. The woman who had not burned the note. The woman who was thinking about someday. Some storms were worth weathering. Others were worth creating yourself. ----- Georgia's POV The foyer glittered like a jewelry box filled with paste diamonds.