Bat Eyelashes Blank Stare Novels & Stories

Violet and Oakley need to be here. “UGH. I know but it doesn’t mean I am happy about it.” I say, looking into his deep brown eyes. It's unfair of the goddess to bless a male with such perfect eyelashes. They are jet black and frame his deep eyes perfectly, splaying out over his undereye when he closes them. Any she-wolf would kill for those lashes. He chuckles deeply, sending tingles straight to my already heated core.

I mumble . " That's exactly what I was planning to do , don't ruin my dreams . " She rolls her eyes sarcastically . She puts on some white liner on my lower lash line and applies a pretty brown colour matching the floral design of my dress on my eyelids , finishing it off with a black liner . She gives me a sort of cat eye look from what I can percieve . " I didn't put on foundation or concealer because your skin is already flawless . Ugh I'm so jealous . "

dazzling green eyes . "Jemima ... and Laila, I want you to imagine Laila's body, straight shoulder-length hair and two legs ... with her fingers ... then hands ... then imagine your face, your lips ... your head ... your body ... come on ... You can do it." He flirted again, Blaze smiles… very wide, though I can see the worry in his eyes. Why is he worried?

That was the plan that I had in mind until my eyes fell to his face, and I found myself staring at his long light blond eyelashes. Were his lashes always this long? Before I knew what I was doing, I had bent down a little to take a closer look at them. Seeing Bradon’s sleeping face felt like I had stumbled upon one of his hidden secrets. I wondered how he could look so innocent and harmless while he was sleeping. I knew that I should leave but if I moved, he might end up waking up. Regardless, I couldn’t stop staring at his sleeping face while taking in his closed eyelids, the long light blond lashes that framed his eyes, his perfectly straight nose, and the beautiful curve of his chin.

I don’t know what to do anymore. I stare in my vanity mirror. The woman stared back. The woman was plain, its hair though messy laid straight on her shoulders up to her exposed elbows. Black orbs that seem to be the most common in the world stared blankly right back at me. And then she came in my hindsight. Her pink hair and her unique blue eyes that could captivate anyone by simply staring at them in a matter of seconds. Her petite body that always seems helpless and a victim—so fit to protect and caress.

Layla said coldly which made the person staring at her choke on nothing. How was she able to put so much pressure on him? He wondered but he didn't find time to think about it as she glared at him. If looks could kill,he would have been severally. "I hate people staring at me, I'm not a showcase but an human," she said with no emotion as she glanced outside of the window with her dark eyes. If you stared into her eye for long,you could be sucked into it. It was dark and bottomless, just like the sea.

My blush was light and the same nude pink that covered my lips. My eyelashes were coated in a dark brown instead of black, making me seem more elegant and natural. I looked just like the woman from my dreams. “Please tell me you don’t hate it”, Layla asked, ripping me from my trance. I blinked a few times to shake off the shock and to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. I turned to look at the three of them and saw their nervous looks. “It’s better than perfect” I said, taking the first breath I have had in a while.