Novel & Cerita Behind Her Eyes

Her upturned green eyes glimmer as she scans each page of the album, humming a lullaby that suits her mood. She raised her head and looked at the door when someone knocked, still smiling ear to ear. Please come in." She responded gently. Her voice was sweet in an American accent. A woman in a dark suit wielding a katana on her back bowed down her head when she entered and saw the woman. "Madam? Your plan has been executed." Her protruding green eyes went wide blissfully when she heard the good news. "That fast? Well done! Finally." She rose from her seat and walked towards the glass wall, facing the sunset in the west. Her face beams with excitement, but deep in her eyes, although it seemed

She closed her eyes, attempting to grasp onto the fading recollection of the last moments. In the midst of her thoughts, the image of those piercing gray eyes emerged vividly. "He... Zain..., Black," she murmured softly, her gaze shifting towards Misty. With a surge of panic, she threw off her blanket and bolted, driven by the instinct to find safety in hiding.

Her eyes widened. Just slightly. Just barely. The kind of widening that happened when something landed and the brain started moving faster than the face could keep up with. And I watched her—I couldn't help it, I was looking right at her—I watched her eyes go somewhere else entirely. Not the room. Not the doctor. Somewhere behind her own expression, somewhere internal, connecting something to something else with the quiet efficiency of a woman who had been paying attention for a very long time. Her eyes dropped briefly—just for a fraction of a second—to somewhere around waist height. Like she was seeing something that wasn't in this room.

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.

He only brought it up as a bluff, a threat. Helen stepped into the room only to see Nathaniel's pallor. "You look terrible. Is something wrong?" The rims of Nathaniel's eyes were tinged with redness, and he looked at Helen. She shared my resemblance, but that was where the similarities came to an end. The loving relationship he had, he had it with me. Our relationship was irreplaceable, or it was supposed to be. His hands tightened around the divorce papers. 'Why'd I mistake her for Ginny? That one-night-stand was an accident, but everything after that was…'

In the depths of his blue eyes, she saw a reflection of her own resolve, a shared courage forged in the fires of adversity. As Nora entered the courtroom, the atmosphere was tense, with hushed conversations and the occasional shuffle of papers. The room is adorned with wood-panelled walls, and the solemnity is accentuated by the judge's bench at the front. Nora sat on one side, her gaze steady, her mind drifted to the moment she had rushed in and seen Alexander. He was still holding the gun and Sebastian was on the floor groaning, Nora could almost feel the blood in her fingers like it just happened.

“Told you, moonpie. You don’t get a choice.” She clench her hands together. She swallow back the scorn at back of her throat. She cleans the tears on her eyelid. Thank God she was at the dark, so he can't see her crying. She won't let this punk ass charlatan see how frail she's. He sat back against the couch, his pose unshaken, in spite of the fact that his look never cleared out her. She seem feel the weight of those eyes as she ventured closer, hips influencing in time with the bass.

She closed her eyes and let the music lead. And just like that, the walls she had so carefully built began to shift. Visions flared. A house with blue curtains. Hands clapping after a recital. Then flames. Walls melting. Screams muffled behind closed doors. A child’s voice crying for help. She missed a note. Another. Then stopped altogether. Tears welled. Hot, unforgiving. She pressed her palms to her eyes. It hurts God, it hurts. The remembering. --- Outside the glass room, Adrien waited.

I place my hand on her back, trying to soothe her. "It hurts." She mumbles in between sobs. I move some of the hair from her face and can feel that she's running warmer than usual. She looks up at me, and her eyes are glowing purple. I take in a sharp breath, not expecting her to be showing any signs of her powers developing, but I give her a small, reassuring smile.

And though her eyes were still blurry, she could quite grasp the things around her. With widened eyes, her gaze zeroed on the person standing behind the drapes, his sapphire eyes were so deep that her gaze was drawn to it. In a scratchy voice, she spoke. “You… You are the fucker who made me dream again…Wh-What are you?”