Are Dead Eyes Attractive Novels & Stories

I say as I watch him work, his hands move delicately and purposefully as they washed me down. “How so?” “Look at me.” I say in my best deep voice. He chuckles. “Your eyes are mesmerizing when you want sex. It’s literally in your eyes and it’s ten times more intense when they are pinned on me. I also like to watch your eyes roll back.” “And by the way, you are so beautiful it’s unreal. I don't know how I managed to stay away all these while.” He says with a shake of head. I again, fight the urge to squeal.

It was only him and his attractive chartreuse eyes that serve as the apple of everyone's eyes. His photos were all aesthetically pleasing, which gained a lot of positive comments from his followers. “So effin gorgeous.” “Will God forbid if I wish for this man to be mine?” “It's the eyes, people! Look at those eyes!” “Who wouldn't fall in love?” “Both me and my ovaries are happy seeing these photos.” I almost laughed because of the last comment I read. Who the hell will associate their ovaries in a comment under a man's post?

He spoke as his intimidating personality made the room look smaller in her eyes. She was scared of him and more scared of the fact that what does he wants from her. All the possibilities of him hurting her or doing even worse enveloped her mind. He on the other hand was observing her keenly and was mesmerized by her beauty but most importantly how can he forget those beautiful bright blue doe like eyes. Her eyes are so captivating, the clear mirror of her soul. The moment he saw her in that house he knew She was that hammer girl. Even though her face was covered at the time of accident but her eyes were bare. And when he saw her in that house,his heart skipped a beat by her beauty even thoug

So the fact that she's even more beautiful than she already was before, makes me even angrier. I'm about two heads taller than her now, she has fair skin that looks like snow, long curly and golden hair, a perfect body in the shape of an hourglass to put it simply with that tiny waist of hers. Not to say about the cherry on the cake… her dangerous ruby-red eyes. I had forgotten about them, but now, seeing from where I am, they make her absurdly gorgeous. And it's annoying. And now, this gorgeous creature I hate more than anything, is crying… It makes me sick.

I groan inwardly. She opens the door for the man who calls himself Butcher. He looks like one. Very bulky and tall. One thing amuses me tho, his eyes. His eyes are dead. He's a killer, a cold bloody killer. He eyes meet mine and he calculates for a few seconds in his head if I'm a threat or not. I send him a cold smile, he could be a monster but when his eyes leaves mine and soften when he looks at Davinia, I know immediately that he would never hurt her.

And what eyes they were. Dull, lifeless, glassy. Their faces, from what I could see, were also in need of attention from good-quality skincare products. Not that moisturising would help at this point. They were all dead. Not rotting, nothing falling off, just dead. I remembered Jenny asking me what I would do if she became one of the undead. Perhaps not quite as hypothetical a question as I’d thought.

Dangerously attractive. It possesses a raw, almost rebellious allure that syncs to his rebellious nature. High, sharply defined cheekbones that cast intriguing shadows. Hinting at a hidden intensity. A strong, square jawline anchored his features with a touch of defiance. Especially his eyes. They were sexy. Captivating. Deep set and darkly expressive. Pronouncing his silver eyes. They held a magnetic quality—promising both mischief and a profound depth. The kind of eyes that could peel you back of your defenses with a single knowing glance.

He kept his eyes open seeing her flushed face,whereas her eyes were tightly closed. The position changed and her mouth was covered by his mouth once again. She wanted him inside her yet he was letting the fire reach its peak. "Open your eyes, I want to see in those deep dreamy eyes, my beautiful."

That’s what he was. Lethal beauty. His eyes were a smoky shade of grey, his nose crooked—probably because of the fact that it was broken too many times, his lips were full, parted now as he breathed deeply. His jaw was sharp; razor sharp. “I’d bow to the God for making you.” He whispered, searching my eyes. There was no sign of protest in my eyes. I stared at his surprisingly long lashes as he blinked. His eyes, I stared at them, they were a beauty of different world. I hadn’t seen that shade in my life before him. It was different and unique but exquisite nonetheless.

A sizzle of need palpated in her bewildered eyes as they found his lips smiling at her in need and enthusiasm. Gosh... He was handsome. If handsomeness had a face, his would be shown. Dear heaven, he was a gorgeous man. Elegant, and yet intensely male. His features were also intensely male—a firm, straight nose, a wide sensuous mouth, strong chin and jaw, high, aristocratic cheekbones. But the most devastating feature of all were his eyes. So dark. So sharp. So direct and honest that she found herself swimming in their depth— wanting to touch his soul.