Bat Eyelashes Blank Stare Novels & Stories

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.

He said, tilting his head to the side as he stared down at her. data-p-id=8fe833b5b55a38aeb15ac22dba2d4365,She wasn't sobbing anymore. She sniffed as she slowly opened her eyes. Revealing her twinkling brown orbs, eye lashes glistened with tears. She looked up at Blaise with wide eyes.

I just need… Blue eyes form behind my eyes, I close mine tightly willing the image to disappear. I open my eyes quickly and flip Bailey over, looking into her dig doe browns. I wildly buck into her, but her face becomes blurry and the image of a blonde with those electric blues comes flooding back skewing my vision.

The kind that says I see you and I am glad and this is everything and I will not make it weird. When she pulls back her eyes are doing something. "Do not," I say. "I am not doing anything," she says. "Your eyes are doing something," I say. "They are fine," she says, blinking rapidly. "Completely fine. Dust." "Hackney dust." "Notorious for it," she says.

As soon as Tara turns behind, her eyes enlarge, chilled flushes on her face, and her peptide frame starts to shiver as her frightful black doe iris meets the severe oceanic orbs that stare at her with intensity to devour her …! ****************

Straddling him, the butterfly knife pressed against his skin, we locked eyes in perfect stillness. His pupils were completely black—bottomless pools that reflected no emotion, no thought, nothing at all. I could see nothing human there, and yet the emptiness itself felt almost… sentient. People used to tell me my eyes gave everything away; now I found myself wishing I could read his. Even though, physically, I might have had the upper hand, something about that dark gaze made me feel utterly exposed. Vulnerable.

~Bella~ The stranger continued to stare at me. It was the most disconcerting thing ever! He held my gaze squarely even when I caught him staring. He didn't seem to care! His eyes were like bottomless pits, black as Ravens. It sucked me in. It trapped me. It consumed me. I stared blankly like a prey hypnotized by the predator! That was it! That was exactly it! I was trapped in his eyes. I could almost swear I saw his eyes suddenly glow. But I blinked and it was gone. I must have imagined it.

I gasped when I saw them like that for the first time ever. “Wow,” I gasped out as I leaned forward and pulled my bottom eyelids down to get a better look. “They're amazing, right?” Tristan asked in a giddy voice. “Yeah, they really are,” I replied. They were beautiful, such a vibrant blue and the white circles that illuminated within my eyes, really did move and swirl around. I could watch them all day, they were that hypnotic. I could see why Tristan was so fascinated and mesmerized by them.

“Pleαse‚ bαby‚ I need you to sαy something.” Her lips pαrted‚ but nothing cαme out. She wαs just… stαring. αs if trying to mαke sense of whαt I’d just sαid. αs if trying to mαtch the mαn in front of her with the reαlity I hαd just thrown αt her. “Liαnα‚” I whispered. She blinked‚ finαlly breαthing‚ but there were no teαrs. Just α blαnk expression thαt scαred the living hell out of me.