Are Dead Eyes Attractive Novels & Stories

My expression was a solid mask of sophistication; everything was flawless. “A lovely day, everyone. I am Eden Noles.” My hands were clasped in front of me, a straight expression allowing nothing to be seen on my face. “You took your sweet time.” A voice like no other called out, and my eyes drifted to the one that smelled like life and death wrapped in one box with a red ribbon on it. In a second, I found myself staring into the world’s most beautiful eyes ever. The left eye resembled sunset, a cross between an alluring yellow and orange that made me wonder if this man was handcrafted by the goddess herself. The right eye was midnight black, with what looked like an ice blue split in the iri

It's seriously driving me insane. From what I could see in the dark with his small flashlight, he's at least six feet tall, with just the right amount of muscle on a lean frame. His short-sleeved shirt hugged a sculpted chest and his jeans looked painted on. His short, light brown hair accentuated a prominent jaw with the perfect amount of scruff on his chin. He's gorgeous in an underwear model sort of way. At least until you reach his eyes. When the light reflected off them, I almost stepped back. They're pale green, almost startling if you don't look into their cold, lifeless depths. Pools of darkness lurked in the round orbs, so strong, it scared the fucking shit out of me. I've grown up

Ashley reprimand him. "I am sorry, I have no excuse." Brayden look deeply into her eyes, Braydens dark eyes look into her pale face. Which was turning white from the lack of warmth in the room. Her beauty was utterly natural and she is a complete explanation of being called beautiful. No other woman could match her beauty and looks, She looks so young with collagen all over her face. Delicate and beautiful features, especially those watery eyes which are very attractive. He is a Man slut and had seen different ladies with all kind of beauty but he has never seen one as her. Why didn't he meet her earlier?

Although she was exhausted and in great pain, she bit her lip trying to make a sound. Her efforts finally succeeded in getting the other man's attention to her. He turned to look at her with cold red eyes. Before she could rejoice, she was scared when she looked him in the eyes. His eyes were bright red like blood. Not only that, he is as emotionless as a wild animal. Could he be the beast of legend? Apart from his fierce eyes, his face was too perfect. This was the first time she had seen such a handsome man. So beautiful that a little girl like her had to stare blankly. The mysterious beauty combined with the cold red eyes is even more attractive.

He looked like a professional boxer rather than a successful businessman. It was silly to form an opinion of a man she'd never met, but the more Kaia looked at his pictures, the more she felt attracted to him. Even when the guy smiled and it never seemed to reach his eyes. There was actually nothing attractive about those eyes. If anything, the cruelty lurking in them was downright ugly. The guy was handsome enough, she supposed, if one liked cold, assertive men who looked like they could snap your neck and be bored while doing it. Kaia certainly didn't like his type. But, for some reason, she had trouble dragging her eyes away. It was silly. It was just a photo. And a photo shouldn't make h

His face was as handsome as a noble from an ancient era. But it was his eyes that pierced her—dark brown, incredibly deep, cold, and lifeless. They looked as if they could freeze anyone who dared to stare for too long.

"I will, not now, for one, you are thirteen, Camille and Peter will kill me if I defile their innocent baby girl." "Defile?" I look at him "You are talking like I asked you to fuck me, it's just a kiss." "What did you say?" He says, his voice hard, and I know when he is grown, he would be the best man, all scary, but still a gentleman. "I have always being fascinated by your eyes," I say, because this is the safer option, he relaxes underneathe me. "It is very odd, that you have the entire dark skies in your orbs. Your blue eyes has the afternoon sky, bright and beautiful, and when your eyes turn grey, Oh my." I shudder with a smile.

He lifts her up before placing her onto one of the chairs and tie her body, hands and legs so she won't be able to move or do anything silly. I watch her from up front and see that it would be insane if no men falls for her. She has thick long eyelashes and eyebrows that defines her eye shape perfectly—her light green eyes just make it as an attraction. Her defined nose and face including her perky full lips; all men would be head over heels for her. No lie. I know I'm probably insane too for describing her as beautiful when she tried to kill me a few minutes ago but it's the truth. Somehow, I feel a slight envy.

Even if that's all I'll have for myself as I go to my grave. From here, I could see his eyes twitch a little which was surprising. I don't really recall having a sharp eye sight like this, but then, strange things happen when you want to die right? The man was handsome. Ethereal. He looks as though he was not made of this world. Sharp facial features and still beautiful and ruthless at the same time. He incorporated all of these features and more that I could not describe in one. It was as though all the other men in this room were meant to answer to him. To be under his feet and that the women were meant to worship him.

But it was his eyes that truly held everyone captive. A deep crimson—striking, hypnotic, and inhuman. They weren’t just red; they carried an unfathomable depth, like liquid rubies gleaming under the arena lights. They radiated an air of mystery, a gaze that seemed to see through everything. There was an intensity in them that sent a shiver down the spines of those who dared meet them. And yet, despite their inherent coldness, there was something oddly magnetic about them, drawing people in rather than pushing them away.