Are Dead Eyes Attractive Novels & Stories

But everyone knows that it's not good for your health to be caught ogling Killer, so I always made sure to not do it. However, I didn't think he'd kill me if I looked now. He is attractive, like a walking wet dream. I heard the few girls he's been within the school talked about how just one look from him could make a girl experience her wildest orgasm. His slightly long black hair was swept away from his face and spiked a bit at the top. His body was toned with muscles in all the right places, but the thing I found most fascinating about him was his eyes. The pale green was mesmerising, like a leaf that has been kissed by the sun for far too long.

He's still studying me, still pinning me in place with that gaze. "We'll want something that sets off your eyes as well," he says. "Your eyes are quite dark - that's unusual, and that makes them an asset we should use. A man might initially be drawn to a woman's breasts or ass or some other more obvious part of her body, but it's her eyes that will catch and keep him." The fact that he seems to be suggesting that my eyes might catch and keep anyone makes me blush even harder. I still can't bring myself to move, but I glance away, trying to save some face.

I tell him. He stares at me, his dark eyes blazing. “Who the hell says you're unattractive?” He growls. "Am I not unattractive?" I ask, my eyebrows furrowed. "If I was attractive, would you have left me last night?" "Fuck," Aiden mutters. "Listen, if you were unattractive, I would not be drawn to you like this.” He continues. "And, just your gaze and having you close to me won't turn me on like this,"

I didn’t blame him, I was pretty sure my milk jugs were more attractive than the one he was holding. I took a second to study him from beneath my lashes. If I didn’t detest him so much, Daniel would be considered hot, maybe as attractive as Daddy. His features were rugged and well-proportioned, well, except for those dead-looking eyes of his. Now, those were truly terrifying. I adjusted my arms, working my brèasts to become even more lifted. Giving him a better view of what he wants, because, why not? Seeing the way his Adam’s apple worked as he swallowed, and how his eyes darkened with lust, I felt accomplished.

One that could be played with and then discarded when she wasn’t needed any longer. Her gaze shifted from the windows toward the man who gave her something beautiful. His eyes were already on her, watching her so intensely that she shivered. His rare eyes looked like a soulless pit of blackness in the dark. He looked dangerous. Vicious. Like an animal stalking its prey, holding it still with its gaze. In this case, she was the prey and he was the

My brain was already playing that 7-minute streaming of my whole life before dying that everyone talks about. I finally took a deep breath and raised my head to look at him, but as soon as I saw his glowing eyes, my breath caught away. His grey eyes were now hazel in color and looked as if they were glowing. I tried but failed to tear my gaze away from him. The attraction that I was trying to ignore for days knocked me out hard. I knew that my being dead was a matter of a few seconds or minutes (if I was lucky), but why deny anything when I only had a few moments of my life remaining?

His dark, piercing eyes held an intensity that could melt anyone who dared to meet his gaze. His strong, square jaw gave him an air of dominance, while his smile—when it appeared—was nearly lethal, capable of disarming even the most untamable women. His elegant demeanor and decisive stride made him the center of attention effortlessly, something he handled to perfection. Women watched him pass by in fascination, their gazes following him as if caught in an invisible force. Alejandro Moretti was not just an attractive man; he was a walking threat—a dangerous blend of beauty and irresistible charisma that made him impossible to ignore.

No wonder others say that serious people are the most attractive, and I really find his focused look very attractive. Not the hormonal sexual tension that comes with a frenzied display of muscle and body, but a distant, cold, ascetic temperament. Inexplicably let people have a kind of want to tease him, want to see how long he can be cold to themselves. I admit that I am not a good woman, I thought so in my heart, so I really did it. At first, I was careful to help him light, but soon couldn't help adjusting the Angle of the light, deliberately let the light reflected from the circuit board shine into his eyes to disturb and tease him.

Their eyes were lifeless and bleak and it was obvious that this men wouldn't flinch at the idea of murder. A few women in the lobby paused in their steps to admire Damien as he made his way to the elevator. Long legs that seemed to stretch for miles, neatly dressed in an tailored black suit, his black was swept back and his signature lethal and sharp gaze that could instantly murder a person if the gaze was directed to them.