Through Her Eyes Netflix Mga Nobela at Kwento

I wanted to talk to her but at the same time, I didn't want to interrupt her calmness. I didn’t realise that I'd been staring at her for too long when she suddenly said, “How long are you going to be staring at me?” Her eyes were still closed. Her words kept me frozen because I wanted to move but I couldn’t. She opened her right eye for a brief moment and smiled, closing it again, “Robert, if you’re going to spend our time together staring at me, you’re just going to strain your eyes and neck.” She added, “Also, it’s a bit creepy.”

"LONG LIVE THE LYCAN KING!!!" Normally I'd bask in that. Usually I'd grin, throw a wave, maybe flex a few muscles for dramatic effect. But not this time. Not when the image of a girl with messy, midnight hair and stubbornly bright yellow eyes kept elbowing its way into the front of my brain like she owned the place. Nyx. Filthy as hell, bruised, starving, shoved in an attic like a shameful secret—and still beautiful. Not the dainty, polished noble beauty. No. She had the kind of beauty that survives fires and walks out of explosions.

Her belief over her love won. Feeling him going completely numb over her, Nina slowly unlatched her wet lashes to look at him but what she witnessed still her soul completely. She caught those tears glistening in his dusky eyes which paused her heart’s beats entirely. His tears ached her. Nina had never felt this much pain ever in her life but seeing those tears in his eyes, she was feeling like someone had tried to snatch her soul out of her body harshly.

Against the opposite wall, rows of plants were bathed in the glow of orange lamps. In the rear of the room, a single white door opened, and a teenager emerged. She sported torn jeans, a faded Nirvana tee, and her jet-black hair, spiked on top of her head, cropped short. Multiple beaded necklaces shimmered around her neck, but what truly stood out were her pure white eyes, devoid of iris or pupil. "Are you the new female alpha?" she inquired, her unique eyes fixed on me. "I wondered when you'd pay me a visit."

Leonard When I looked into her eyes, she had allegations against him. With a knife deeply buried on her back, she didn't bother to seek answers through her unspoken words. She was terrified, broken and above all looked betrayed. "Eyes on me," I commanded her even though I knew that she won't avert her gaze because she wanted me to go through the same pain that she was going through. I saw a tsunami in her big blue ocean. I saw waves of pain and hurt.

But the agony of her wounded body is nothing compared to the suffocating, throbbing pain in her neck, driving her crazy. And blood. Blood is everywhere. The wet cloth is saturated with a metallic smell. Scarlet drops fall on the floor. Long hair drowns in a pool of blood. And all the sensations are concentrated on one thing: eyes turned up with a scarlet haze, the dilated pupil of which has almost completely replaced the light, yellow iris. These eyes cannot be forgotten... They contain hatred. Her death was hidden in them. - Please, help! Someone save me! – she cries from pain and fear.

"Now I see why I liked you from the moment I first saw you." I almost jerked back when I saw the beautiful and friendly eyes she looked at me with. The eyes which she had looked at me the first time we had met, when I had puked in the toilet and all the times when both me and her had terrorized Janette and Clarissa in a short period of time, our fun adventures in the malls, restaurants, cinemas and salons. But then, I recalled that it was the exact same eyes that almost drowned me in the bathtub at the pack house of Dylan, the eyes which returned me back to my parents when I was about to taste freedom and what real life was like. And the same eyes which looked at Steve Harrows before killing

She was barely over 5'3"; her height only made it to my chest as hot, panicked breaths grazed me. She had an hourglass frame that fought vehemently not to get too covered by the winter outfit she donned. I watched her lips quiver and part one more time, making it unbearable as curiosity tugged at me, wondering what her eyes could look like. What do I care anyway? She should see the man who's about to dismantle her in ways she never ever imagined and me, the girl I'm about to dismantle and have her beg me still. I tore the blindfold away with brutal force. She reeled like a winter caught in winter wind, blinking as her eyes wandered the room. Killer eyes.

"Hey, Blaze! What are you watching?" Hearing no reply, Diva twitched her lips. When her eyes fell on the remote, she snatched it and turned on the television, blaring the sound. As she loved watching dramas, Diva selected Meteor Garden from Netflix and connected it to the television. Crossing her legs, she grabbed a cushion and curled herself in a ball.

And Tate. Another stray tear fell from the corner of her eye as she angrily stared at her reflection in the mirror wall, making it seem like she could see right through the tinted glass and to the faces of her tormentors. "Are you sure she's not impregnated yet?" Neylani shifted her gaze from the glass and towards her co-worker. "Positive," Sasha answered, keeping his eyes locked onto the screen in his hand. "Here we go again," She blew out a sigh as she watched the BloodHound pass them on his way to their newest subject's room.