Behind Her Eyes Novels & Stories

I just need… Blue eyes form behind my eyes, I close mine tightly willing the image to disappear. I open my eyes quickly and flip Bailey over, looking into her dig doe browns. I wildly buck into her, but her face becomes blurry and the image of a blonde with those electric blues comes flooding back skewing my vision.

Covering her face with a vile, leaving only her eyes uncovered. Already going back on words of not forgiving Ruby, Eric's heart melted. Eric nearly lost his breath. She looked exactly like he saw her one month ago. Her blue eyes was enough to give away her beauty. She looked so beautiful with just those dark blue eyes of her. He knew that no matter where she goes, if he sees those eyes, he will know it's her. He will always recognize those beautiful blue eyes anywhere.

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.

Like she might break if touched too hard. I sat beside her. She turned slightly toward me, trying to see. Then asked— “Is it you?” My throat tightened. “Yes.” My hand lifted unconsciously, brushing her cheek. “What happened to your eyes?” “There’s pressure… I can’t see clearly.” I waved my hand in front of her. She followed the movement faintly. “Shapes,” she said. “Just shapes.” Anger surged through me. “Who did this?” She explained simply— The blocking. The chase.

I finally said after a minute of silence, when I realized she wasn't looking away. "The darkness... I see it," she whispered as her eyes turned white for a moment and the yellow disappeared. "The darkness that is all around you." Her eyes came back to their original color. "You are a seer." She nodded her head as she looked around, looking edgy. What did she see exactly? About me? Did she know anything about the shards of black glasses?

She swiftly turned around and ran away from me, not bothering to pick up the herbs that she had dropped earlier, while I remained standing there, trying to replay the memory of what I had seen in her eyes. Her eyes shifted into something dark – totally black with a slit in the middle. A slit that was like an opening to another portal — and it was colored green. Her eyes stood out vividly in my memory. And first, I thought it was her wolf, until I remembered I had seen those eyes somewhere.

Behind the glass, her eyes gleamed—not with fear, but with the fire of rising obsession. “Fine,” she whispered to herself. “If it’s war you want, then I’ll make sure you lose.”

"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."