Are Dead Eyes Attractive Novels & Stories

Until I see her eating a snack-sized pickle while looking in my direction. She sucks on it seductively before biting a piece off. She winks at me. A cougar if I ever saw one. And while I’m not necessarily turned off by the idea that she would want to eat me alive, she doesn’t have the depth I’m looking for. Her eyes, while striking, are muddy. Glazed over, and I’ve seen a lot of eyes look at me in that way. They usually belong to women who enjoy being drugged up while getting fucked. Expecting everything to be done to

Eyes were screaming murderous but his features were unbelievably attractive, like that's what he wanted you to fall for before you noticed that he could actually kill you. "Come in." he commanded from the other side of the door.

Eyes black as obsidian fixed on me, glittering with a knowing smile. Are you looking for death?

Camellia mischievously winked, asserting her dominance. "You have to admit, you fell for his face, right?" "What's wrong with that? We are creatures of desire." Camellia smirked, her eyes turning cold and revealing a hint of ruthlessness. "I am attracted to his face. If he doesn't serve me or gets in my way, I'll kill him without mercy." "Really ruthless!" "It's necessary," Camellia chuckled, then looked through the binoculars again. "He looks good with those colored contact lenses. I love his purple eyes. Almost mesmerizing me completely."

I say, cursing myself for finding him unnecessarily attractive. A closer look at him earlier today in his house, he was really good looking. God really took his time with Killian Black. Shaping him into a perfect, Godlike figure. With his perfect grey eyes that just makes me feel strange. His full red lips, his honey brown hair. He's an attractive looking man. And Bianca is right, Killian Black is every girl's wet dream, he's everything a woman wants. Even in the early hours of this morning, the man looks attractive without even trying. With his grey shirt that hugs his body and I hate that I thought about what his torso would feel like against my palm. He was sexy and it pissed me off. Ugh!

But if they punished all the agents that had tried and failed to get us , shit they’d have hardly any left. I came up with one conclusion with Elodie. She was lonely. The only flicker of enjoyment I ever saw her have was when she was dancing. I think that was what hooked me to her. I had watched her for a few days and walked away feeling nothing but indifference towards her. Shiit the girl wasn’t even my type. Hard to say that now I had really looked , because why wouldn't she be anyone's type. Her body was perfect and her looks were on point. But it was the dead eyes and expression of defeat that would turn a guy off. One glimpse of her looking peaceful while she had danced and that was all

I would die on the spot because one glance from his vivid inky black eyes could kill thousands of troops on the battlefield. I'm exaggerating, I know, but that's the only explanation I can describe. "You know what, I don't have to explain anything to you because we're nothing. And as long as we're stuck together through this crappy attachment attraction, you're beyond the limit." He says.

Maya hummed. It was like my eyes were magnetically attracted to it. It was big, like someone shoved a fat python down his pants. I couldn’t look away. I’d never really looked at a man before or his… junk. In my pack, the men were mostly mated, the boys were all jerks. Not one of them was attractive. Correction: their physical attractiveness was canceled out by their excessive assholiness. This ogling men thing was new for me. I felt bad about objectifying my mates’ raw sexiness, but at the same time I couldn’t control it. My eyes were drawn to him. Everything about him drew me in. His soulful eyes, his voice, his sweetness, his honesty, his sincerity, his confidence, and Goddess… that smile…

Ashton's eyes widened in surprise as he finally pinpointed the true origin of Elise's deadly allure. Elise practiced not only the bewitching arts but also possessed a pair of soul-shaking eyes known as the Bewitching Gaze. Those lacking formidable willpower would almost certainly be instantly captivated by a single look, consigning their soul to become nothing more than a puppet under her absolute command.

Instead, she finds a face that is striking in an entirely different way. Sharp cheekbones, strong jaw, tousled black locks that conceal one eye. But the part in his hair reveals his right eye, and it is this sight, the eye that they said would be like looking into death itself, those same eyes that had prompted Alcina’s gasp most of all. His eyes are unfathomably dark, indeed - like an endless, black pit, glittering not with mirth or joy but power. His features, hacked into marble, devoid entirely of any imperfections or even creases - as if he has lived his entire life, without once expressing a single expression on that impassive face. As if he has lived his entire life, without having onc