Novel & Cerita Behind Her Eyes

Not a trace of fear could be seen in her crimson eyes. The image slowly faded into darkness.

A lot of people have green eyes, but when it comes to her is not just the color, is the soul she is concealing behind it and blended with her creamy smooth completion gives away her personality, her brains, and habits not that I got the grasp of it but I'm guessing it might be something good. Is certainly not her looks, but what she has behind that look. I tried to hide my stares but couldn't help to study the woman that just walked in. Evidently, the crowd agreed with me, they couldn't keep their eyes to themselves making my anger boost instantly. She scanned the room and when she found me I nodded so she could come sit next to me. I was trying so hard to keep my anger under control but the

Her eyes closed in a trance. Then I watched her oozing fluid. Then went back inside with another full thrust.

Only she and her mesmerizing eyes remained, filling his universe with their profound allure. Her black eyes were not merely a color; they were an abyssal portal to a realm of wonder. Every blink was like a ripple on a dark lake, stirring his soul. He could feel himself slipping, falling deeper, losing his balance in the infinity of her gaze. It was a descent he welcomed, a journey into the unknown that held no fear.

Her back hit the door as she backed away. Those red eyes were staring at her. She banged on door hard. "Open the door please! Help! Falcon please help me!" She screamed. Her eyes were blurry because of tears flowing through them. She breathed heavily as anxiousness swallowed her. She froze when she heard someone chuckle behind her. At this moment she was scared, horror- stricken. She slowly turn around and looked at those eyes. But she couldn't see a thing. The lamp was still on but her blurry eyes were making it dificult for her to see anything. The red eyes were gone all of sudden.

The woman said, with a short smile, even as her green eyes moved from her face to something or someone behind her. What the hell!

I didn't have to do much with my lips. Eyes speak. Eyes never lie. Yes, the tongue could be sharp as a razor, but eyes as a diamond edge. She shook, tears glimmering in her eyes as she blinked multiple times to get rid of the tears and tear her gaze away from mine, but she couldn't. She was incapable. She was afraid if she tore her gaze away, her Iris would tear out. She was afraid if she looked away, the diamond edges would cut her sanity. “Fine! I'll do it!" She screamed, squeezing her eyes shut and lowering her head as soon as my gaze softened.

Grace spread her arms defensively. “Yes. She's not." Amaya spoke up too. I just stood behind them with a rigid heart. It was as if the cigar had wiped away my fear hormone. “Let me just follow her. I'll be back girls." I said with less concern, my voice deeper than usual. Grace turned to me, worries written all over her face.

She was different, she was not human, she was farm from human. When she cried out in pain, did I understand that her eyes didn't change to heal her rather it changed to defend her. It means that she is subconsciously using those eyes to help her in various ways. I also noticed her eyes change when it is the last resort. Meaning when she has no means to save herself or when she is close to death, do her eyes change. I noticed how tired she was as we walked back to the car and she quickly fell asleep. It only means the eyes drain a lot of power from her.

“You can’t scare me.” Suddenly she heard a noise from behind and a shadow of a man ran towards her and throw something at her. A stinging pain penetrated her jaw down to her neck that made her scream in pain. And then another shadow came in and hit the head of her attacker and they both fell. Angela’s vision got blurred and the last thing she saw was the silhouette of the lady in white standing in the dark. And it was dark.