Through Her Eyes Netflix Novelas e Histórias

He did not do it to me because I was from an average home. I thought he was an okay person compared to the rest, until there was a new girl in my class, Jayla. Jayla was very pretty with blue eyes and brown hair. She looked like a supermodel and was drop dead gorgeous. I wondered what she was doing in science class when art class was going to be more beneficial to her, because what agency would not want her to model for them?

This slender girl is toying with m,e and I’m fixated on her. Her skin is so white that she doesn’t even appear alive. She’s delicate in every feature but her startling blue-green eyes. Eyes stare at me. They are so beautiful, and they remain focused on one thing in the room, me. Looking into those enlarged water-colored eyes, it’s hard to believe that she’s killed ten people. I look into her eyes again, and I can see how much she enjoyed each kill. “They say you’re good," I say, approaching the dimly lit stairway, "they warned me that you are quiet and deadly."

She knew every version of her-the loud, stubborn little girl who never learned when to stop talking, the teenager who could argue with teachers without realizing she was arguing with teachers, and the woman she had become now. Divya had always been beautiful, though she herself never seemed to understand it. She was soft and slightly chubby, with a warmth in her appearance that made people instinctively feel comfortable around her. But it was her eyes that caught people's attention. Her eyes were innocent. Clear. Almost painfully honest. Like mirrors that reflected everything they saw without knowing how to hide anything. And perhaps that honesty had always been her greatest weakness. Or may

THIRD PERSON The beautiful woman walked silently, tiredly, and defeatedly into the car that was waiting for her outside. She was drenched in blood. In the blood of her lover, in the blood of her husband and in the blood of her baby's father. And in her hands were his eyes. How could she do this? She wondered. What was going through her mind when she agreed to take his eyes? What was going through her mind when she decided that the best option was to kill her own lover?

I couldn't bear to watch her in pain it shook my insides I so badly wanted to protect her from every single bad person out there. I moved towards where she was and bend on my knees. I slowly touched her head with my hands. ----------------------------------------- NIA *sobbing* No...No...No... pls don't hurt me. NEET Shh... I am not gonna hurt u, I am not a bad person. ----------------------------------------- She slowly looked at me with her clear black eyes, tears streaming down. Her eyes were exactly like Levias's eyes but held innocence, fear cause of what she had been through. -----------------------------------------

I wanted to see her, to understand the emotions she was sharing with me. My head tilted in her direction, and our eyes met. Her face was showing no emotions at all, but her eyes were telling me a lot of things - but it all boiled down to one thing: she didn’t like what she was seeing. She hated this part of me. I dropped my gaze down and took in a deep breath, moving into position as my men turned Manuel’s body around. I tried to block off the sound of a wailing female, pained by her mate’s punishment.

A witch's magic is never truly lost. As I made my way to meet with the pack doctors, a pair of blue eyes kept invading my thoughts and I knew that until I had her, I wouldn't be able to get her out of my head.

" yes I'm and you have to accept it otherwise you Known I can kill your family and burn your letter. " She was looking in stress, her face trun into pale but she was confident that she will never ever getting low, but her eyes was falling down. Her face contorted as though she was struggling not to cry, The look in her eyes was desolate, her face becomes etched with sadness, sadness flitted across her face. The bitterness in her face faded to weary sadness. Her eyes are shining with the threat of tears The haunted look in her eyes. She was upset but than she pulled together.

“It must be nice being a god. It must be nice deciding who dies. I hate you. I hate all of this. Just kill me already.” “I do whatever I want, feisty.” I finally step closer, and she lifts her head. Her eyes are pale green. Soft and alive. The most alive eyes I have seen in a long time. They remind me of every stubborn thing the earth has managed to grow despite cruelty. She holds my gaze. And for one strange moment, I want to stay here. Just looking at her. Just existing in this pause. Her face is delicate, almost painfully so. Her eyes search mine again.

She knew then that no authority could be of help to her. Without thinking, she stepped on his toes and ran away from him, but the swinging of his hands caught her by the cheeks. She lost her right eye; a souvenir of her desire to live and protect her sister from someone like the monster now eating thousands of bullets before her. The sound of gunshot was music to hear ears and the blood dripping out the man who created her nightmare was a film she longed to watch. Despite her eyes throbbing and bleeding so hard, she kept them open, desiring nothing more than to watch the monster stumbled so unceremoniously on his feet and slumped on the ground, his life ebbing away before he could even ask f