Are Dead Eyes Attractive 소설 & 이야기

Justin squinted his eyes and looked at Adaline closely to be sure he was seeing the right person, maybe it was the other twin sister because they had the same look. But with the kind of aura Adaline was emitting, Justin knew it was definitely the right person but she looked so different from all the times he had seen her in the past, she looked more beautiful and alluring but her cold and blank eyes were the things that never changed not even a little bit, it looked similar to Drew's eyes, they had the same cold and aloof vibes around them that was capable of freezing a person. They fitted perfectly for each other, in fact, he no longer had any objections. Justin had thought that it was a wa

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.

She blinked severally as his abysmal peach blossom eyes looked like they had the galaxy in them. Adrija's heart skipped a beat. His eyes were lethally attractive. {Peach blossom eyes are also known as bedroom eyes. They have an exceptional ability to attract the opposite sex} Shiv was so close that Adrija could smell the cedar fragrance on him. Shiv opened his thin lips and said lazily, "What are you doing here?" Adrija didn't open her mouth to answer him. She didn't know what to tell or how to tell him. She came here to meet her friend but she didn't know where her friend was?

That must be painful to her but not us that could behold his handsomeness daily. His blue eyes are dark dark when he cannot control his desires. Every time back to the club, they burn through my skin and into my bones. His eyes are one object I cannot stop staring at. ‘So why won't any woman or even man fall for such handsomeness?’ including the girl.

His eyes were black, without a tinge of brown in them. I’ve never seen black eyes, people have dark brown eyes, it’s common but black eyes aren’t and he had a mysterious look inside them, they looked almost dead to me but still, there was a little warmth there, they weren’t like the one which sent chill down your spine but still enough to make someone freeze.

I let a fake shock glare through my eyes and I could see he was getting angry as it flashed through his eyes I waited, and just like me he played along too, my question was a symbol of I didn't acknowledge him and his feeling were hurt. Not that I have a death wish but starting on a bad note, here we were talking and the more I gnawed at him he found my spectacle intriguing. I could tell from afar that Matt was one of those typical wolves that wants every woman to fall in line with him like every little girl and have his way through easily. He held his hands to his chest, and his eyes focused on mine, "You have such beautiful eyes." He said, I felt more revived, thinking about the past, only

I do not think Lizzy needed an answer to her statement, but Aunt Nora gave one anyway. “His eyes look dead and cold.” There is nothing that frightened me more than seeing those eyes and that stone cold face even if it was for just a moment before he looked away. I have never seen a living wolf looking like that, even the rejected ones or those who lost their mates through death do not have that kind of look.

She freezes as she looks into my eyes, calming down instantly. That's the thing about mates, you get lost within the sense of them. The way they look, smell, feel, and everything else about them. Once you touch them, you want to hold them and never let go. Once you get their smell to even be near you, you just want to bottle it up and have it be sprayed all around you. Once you look in their eyes, you never want to look away. Their eyes are a never ending abyss that you feel the need to search every inch of. They are your ultimate weakness, a pleasurable destruction.

“I’m sorry… just don’t like when people lie to my face—even if it’s in silence.” She nodded but still steered clear of me. “Then I’ll suggest you stop smiling.” I stared at her, hard. She tossed her hair. “I don’t know if you’re aware of the fact that your eyes do not reflect emotion like normal people’s. You have dead man’s eyes, which means that when you smile, it’s even scarier.” I said nothing—just watched the numbers climb up. She cleared her throat. “I’m not scared of you, if that’s what you’re thinking. Actually, I have a friend like that. She goes haywire when you lie to her face.”

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 - that had elicited my 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, hewn 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.