Through Her Eyes Netflix Novels & Stories

Alex asked, but she didn’t look up. At least, not until she had all ten of his fingers broken. Then, she looked up and for the first time I saw her eyes showing all the emotions she was hiding. Pain. Rage. Fear. Devastation. Disgust. Torment. Anger. Misery. Violence. Hurt. I had to look away from her because it was all too much for me to take in. Because, I could see the pain in her eyes that I had felt before. It was like looking in the mirror.

Her eyes turned teary when she saw the video playing on it. Her mother. ____________________________________

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.

Maya looks directly into the camera with eyes that shimmer with unshed tears. "She almost took her own life."

“Here, let me mend this for you. It’s annoying dragging yarn around, and the colors are fading. I just mopped yesterday, you know?” The four weirdos exchanged glances. The livestream chat suddenly lit up with a new realization: 【Turns out she’s not brave—she’s blind.】 【No, she does know where she’s going. I bet she’s severely nearsighted.】 【I’ll call her Nina the Miracle. She just opened a totally new way to clear this scenario.】 【Quiet—actually, she might be genuinely clever.】

The kind of calm you only get when you’ve already stepped too far past reason to turn back. **** The city blurred as I drove, eyes fixed on that blinking dot. Every time it paused at a red light, my pulse leapt. Every time it turned, I adjusted course, following from just far enough. I scanned the environment after the tracker kept showing red, indicating she was close enough to be noticed. I finally caught a glimpse of her. Elizabeth. Slipping out of a cafe, hair tossed back like she didn’t have a care in the world. She crossed the street with her phone pressed to her ear, her lips moving quickly, expression sharp.

"Sir Mark, since you are so good to me, I would like to tell you her secret. If one day you will finally meet Calla, and you see that she's not your type, do not look directly at her eyes." "Her eyes?" I repeated, wondering what sense there was in avoiding her eyes. "Yes," Cynthia looked straight at me, collecting my full attention. "She can win any man she fantasizes through her eyes." "What do you mean?" I asked, not realizing both my hands were gripping the edge of the table as I glued my eyes on her. To my frustration, she smiled and shook her head. "I'm sorry, sir. This is not the right time to tell you about it."

I’ve never seen her look at me that way. She’s never looked at me with quite so much trust in those beautiful hazel eyes. “I'm so sorry to disturb you, sir," she sniffs holding back her tears. "But I'm desperate and I need your help. I’d like to make a deal.” I glance at my phone, but I haven’t received another update from Christopher yet, and I’m getting restless. “A deal?” I ask, intrigued.

I cannot look anywhere else. She stands dressed in white, a trembling sacrifice. But that fire in her eyes, hiding behind her fear. Her red hair is tied in a bun, strands of it catching the light like flame. Her eyes, goddess, her eyes, blue like the sky I have not seen in years, wide with terror but refusing to look away. She stands against Zayn’s brutality, her small body shaking, yet she doesn’t break. She is afraid, yes, but she will fight, even when she knows she will lose.

It's that window I watch. She's still sitting on the edge of the bed, back straight, hands clenched on her knees. A statue of defeat and contained rage. I see her shoulders tremble, an uncontrollable shiver running through her, then stopping short. She straightens up, lifts her head. Even through the coldness of the digital feed, I can see the struggle within her. The pride that refuses to break completely. "Go on," I murmur to the screen, glass at my lips. "Cry. Break something. Show me the fire."