Novel & Cerita Bat Eyelashes Blank Stare

I automatically pulled my legs closer to my body, trying to stay as far away from him as possible. His eyes were focused on me again, the blue color burning like frost. The most alien part about him was his lack of need to blink. He could stare endlessly for minutes straight. Sometimes, he didn’t even seem human because of the trait. It was innately creepy.

The point is the fact that this man was now her employer and Anelia wasn't exactly comfortable with him getting so close to her. It registered to Anelia a little later that she was practically touching his very bare chest with her bare hands. Why was he naked again? And his eyes were right...there. She could see those long things. What were they called again? Oh, yeah that's it. Eyelashes, that's what. And they were freakishly long.

Chapter 45 Author. “3, 2, 1 and now open your eyes” The beautician spoke enthusiastically near her ear. Slowly Ana lifted her lashes up and stared at the mirror. The first thing she noticed was her hair. It was neatly tied in a beautiful bun. She looked further and thankfully she didn’t over do anything. She did a light make up with mascara and painted her lips with lip gloss of light shade in red. She looked beautiful.

"No, it's not mine. It's yours. Stop putting your lips so close to mine." "What if I didn't?" He arched an eyebrow. He is performing all of these tasks with his eyes, but he does not blink or break eye contact. He lifted his eyebrows, flirted with me, and grinned when he saw my rage, but despite my anger, he did not flinch. I think his eyes don't blink because he applies adhesive to his eyelashes. "I'm sorry, guys, but I have no idea if there is a romance going on at work. After some time, I'll come to you.

He might have zoned out, or he was sleeping with his eyes opened. I turned his face to look at me, and he did turn, still staring blankly. "Could you bat your lashes so I can know you're still alive?" I asked, and just then, he blinked. "You could have just said it, instead of making me feel jealous," I said, grinning at his emotionless eyes which stared at me. I was used to it.

I said, not breaking eye contact with his blank gaze. His beautiful eyes were distracting. They were ocean blue, but no matter how beautiful they were, there was no emotion in them. When you stared into his eyes, it was like looking into a dark room. Even his facial expression was just blank, making it really hard to read if he was angry or happy. You'd probably have to rely on the aura surrounding him or the way he looked at you. If you're good at reading someone's expressionless face, you're good.

Ebsy's eyes were fixed on Alyssa the whole time. He had refused to blink or leave her side afraid that he was going to miss something. Alyssa's left hand shifted and her eyes twitched, causing Ebsy to sit up straight and watch closely. His first instinct was to call the doctor but he didn't. Alyssa stirred in her sleep and a groan escaped her lips. Her eyelids slowly fluttered open. Her vision was blurry before her eyes adjusted to her surroundings and she saw a pair of eyes googling at her.

My lashes flutter, vision unfocused, but I tilt my head up just slightly. Blue eyes. Frantic. Angry.. Grayson. My lips part to say something, anything—but the world tips sideways. Then fades to black.

7 years ago "Doctor what happened to her?" I heard my mother's soft voice. "She has Retinitis Pigmentosa." I heard, what I assumed, the doctor "W-What is that?" My mother's trembling voice asked as I felt her hand grip mine. Something was wrong with me. Everything was black. I know for sure my eyes were open but I can't seem to see anything. I heard someone sigh. "M-mom, I cannot. I cannot see." I said as I tried to sit up but someone pushed me down. "Please settle down, honey while I talk to the doctor." My mother said.

So calm. I keep staring at him in confusion, and take my time in observing him. The man stands tall, towering over me, his entire figure cloaked in black. A black mask covers his face, as I’ve noticed before, leaving only his cold, piercing eyes visible. But there’s something wrong with his eyes, particularly with the areas around them. His eyelids look…scarred. Or deformed. And his eyes are a very pale shade of blue. His gloved hands rest at his sides, motionless, but the air around him feels tense, almost thick with danger. But he isn’t threatening me in any way, and I don’t see a weapon in sight.