Through Her Eyes Netflix Novels & Stories

She looked up at him with those wide, soulful eyes and said, “ Help me. " Author's Notes Hello my dear readers. I hope this first two chapters is interesting enough that you want more? Please keep supporting my work.

Her scream echoed through the room, shrill and panicked. "Aaah!" But as soon as she spotted someone behind me, her expression morphed in an instant. Her eyes grew red-rimmed, tears welling up like a tragic heroine. "Emily, I know you despise me, but my child… my child is a life too!" I felt a strong hand seize my wrist, and I turned to find Tristan staring at me, his gaze glacial. "That's enough," he said coldly. "Emily, I asked you to come here for a civil conversation. How could you attack Faye like this?"

Only her green, still beautiful eyes gave things away; they had that far away look people get when they’re back in an alley with sirens that never got there in time. “You want them to pay,” she said to Elky. “So do I. I want to pull out every rug they walked on. But if we go back to your old game, our children will be sitting here in twenty years with prettier laptops and the same names on their screens.” “Assuming they live that long,” Elky said. A gust hit the windows hard enough to rattle the frames. A few drops forced their way in. The chandelier’s shadow shook on the ceiling like it had bad nerves.

She yells, raw rage in her eyes. Tbc.

The law was his weapon now. The panic inside me didn’t break. I walked away from the window. Stood in front of the cracked mirror. The woman looking back at me didn't look like an analyst from Chicago anymore. Her gold dress was ripped, stained with grease and blood. Her hair was falling from its knot. Her eyes were dark, hollow and fiercely alive. Julian thought he had directed the tragedy. He thought because he had watched me for ten years he knew how much pressure it took to make me break. He thought I would run until my fuel died then crawl back to his penthouse to beg for my fathers life.

Some kind of peach gloss shines across them, and I’ve spent far too much time wondering if it tastes as sweet as it looks. I need another drink. Or perhaps a personality transplant. Something drastic. Because this isn’t me. I don’t obsess over females. I don’t watch them from across rooms. I don’t memorize the way their noses wrinkle when they laugh or notice that they tuck their hair behind their ears when they’re nervous. I certainly don’t spend four days avoiding one because touching her thigh once nearly made me lose my fucking mind. Yet here I am. Watching Aria. Again.

human girl hiding in the depth of my large bed looks at me without a single fear in her eyes. She watches me with one of her eyes watching from underneath her hair, her other eye hidden from me. I'm yet to get the color of her eyes because just yesterday they were the darkest shades of black I'd ever seen, dark as a stormy night's darkness itself. And tonight, they were shades of fading brown color, the type that appears to have rusty green pigment mixed with it. And they were beautiful. She doesn't budge and just watched my every move as I advanced toward her, half-naked. Other women would be scared and try to run and fight when I catch them. But not her. There's calculation in her eyes

Water droplets from a pipe leak echo in her ears. She closes her eyes. Her body hurts like hell. The pounding pain in her skull seems to go on forever. She can move but is useless because she has been attempting to find the exit but has failed numerous times. She screams every time she hears movement from a distance. She smells her waste and pees. What a fuck. She cries a lot and screams a lot, resulting in a harsh voice from deep within her throat. She's hungry. She can't recall her last meal. The shadow is forgetting about her.

She’s so gorgeous right now. “Yesssss……” She screams as she comes. The whole thing was too much for me to fight. Her pussy clamps and my dick swells. My release explodes into to her. “Yes, Wren. Oh God…” I thrust hard with every pump of come. I bruise her ass cheek as I command more grip. My fingers of my other hand wrap around the nape of her neck. I ride out my orgasm, watching her wet, naked body on full display in front of me.

"Open your eyes, I want to see in those deep dreamy eyes, my beautiful." Slowly she opened her eyes , they were full of love and want. A soft chuckle left his throat, seeing his shy girl turning into a tigress . Then once again he commanded her to touch herself. She never wanted to leave her grip over her friend yet she tried touching herself rolling on the bed. Seeing her like this he was getting harder, not able to stay apart he quickly grasped her hands and then entered into her slowly and slowly coaxing her. The doors were opened yet too small for a huge entry, beads of sweat were forming on the forehead. He said, " want me to come in", she nodded , he said, " it's going to hurt a bit bu