Through Her Eyes Netflix Novels & Stories

She stood with her chin up, her perfectly smooth skin and peach luscious lips, made her look like a goddess even under the thin net veil. Her Natural dark eyebrows that matched her healthy long black hair giving her that innocent yet dangerous look. But her eyes! Those deep blue eyes that could drown anybody into it were most definitely the deadliest feature.

my eyes widen JESSES POV I walk towards my office my secretary rushes to me " Sir there's someone waiting for you at the office". "who is it?". " I don't know, but you might be-"i open the door. I couldn't believe me, I felt my heart instantly fall out of my chest, I rub my eyes with my hands hoping i wasn't dreaming or seeing things. She wears a smile, she stands up from the chair, she walks toward me "Hi, honey".

I uttered with no atom of remorse as tears rolled down her cheeks ruining her heavy makeup face. "You're blind, Bryan. You're so blind to lose a lady like me. Don't ever think I'd let this slide. I'll wait for you, Bryan. I'll make sure you see every reason to make me your wife. That's a promise"She wiped off her tears fiercely and storm out of the room. "Reasons in making her my wife? In her dreams..."I huffed. Mrs Johnson POV I was strolling through the hallway staring at each painting hanging out on the wall beautyfing the hallway. When I began hearing loud sobs coming out of a room closeby.

Vincent answered. “Great. You got a picture I can give my men so they know?” “No picture. She is short. Maybe a little over five foot, she had hair that goes to her chin that is dark brown with blonde highlights and her eyes are hazel,” He closed his eyes picturing her before shaking his head and to get her out of his mind. He wasn’t getting attached. He was never going to see her again. “Awe. It’s the girl from last night.” Vincent could hear Gio laughing. “You totally like her.”

He has never lost you. I kept telling myself and just those thoughts made me tear up. I wiped the tears away and looked back at my show. I felt Delilah's hand on my shoulder; I looked at her and smiled. "You okay?" I nodded. She smiled and looked back at her movie, which from what I saw was Twilight. She loved these movies with paranormal creatures. This was going to be a long flight.

This time, no one helps her. Not one hand reaches out. Even the guards stationed at the back keep their eyes straight ahead, emotionless. I see Alex standing near the altar, his jaw clenched, his hands in his pockets, watching her with a disgust he doesn’t bother hiding anymore. I step forward, just enough to let her see me again. Her head snaps up, her eyes bloodshot, and her lips trembling. She opens her mouth to scream something at me- But the screen behind her lights up LIVE FEED:

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.

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

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.