Bat Eyelashes Blank Stare Novels & Stories

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 …! ****************

Everything. My face glows a soft, warm color of life. My eyes are no longer bloodshot. But they are different. I stutter out a soft sigh as I slowly blink. Slowly, and even more slowly, I blink my left eye. It is a shade of complete, absolute silver. Even the iris, which had once glittered a gentle amber, has lost all its color. It now looks like the ashen background of a graveyard. Almost like a lie, my other eye stares back at me, with the tenderness of fresh, sweet honey.

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 wanted to have small talk and all with her but I noticed a stare on my body so I whipped my head to the back, I saw a man staring at me intently and glaring at me, making me look back to see if it was June he was giving the bad eye or me, but June looked so unfazed about anything so I know the death stare is for me. “June, do you by chance know the man sitting opposite you in a brown top with a shaggy beard and untrimmed hair glaring in this direction with obsidian orbs? ” I asked her and she looked down first before looking at the man, she got startled by the death stare also and whipped her head to the back to see if there was anyone at her back that the stare is directed at.

Damn it. He pulled away and stared at her, breaths soughing. Shit. "That just happened." "Yes." Her eyes opened and cerulean irises were all but swallowed by her pupils. She blinked her heavy lids like she was trying to focus, and those long lashes created to drive him to the brink fluttered. "I'd say do it again, but I'm dizzy."

There was a sudden chill on my lips, followed by a whiff of lemongrass scent running into my nostrils. My eyes widened. The moment I raised my eyes, I clearly felt my eyelids itchy, as if being gently swept by some small brush. I took a closer look and what was in front of me were thick eyelashes. I suddenly understood what was blocking my mouth and who was emitting the scent that kept invading me. My brain was instantly emptied, like a computer suddenly unplugged and the monitor went dark. I could only mechanically reflect the image of what was in front of me. It was two thin eyelashes, like the thin feathers of a butterfly cut off, and like a long spider's legs poking out of a swamp, the e

I caressed her cheek gently, feeling useless being here, just waiting for her to wake up, not having the slightest knowledge of what was happening. When she began to move, Gabriel, Cody, Miguel, and Ainsley were back in the room. We all held our breath as soon as she opened her beautiful eyes, but I can assure you that nothing was as surprising as noticing that they were blank. Not a trace of her iris or her pupil would be seen. Scary. Her body sat on the bed, looking in our direction, despite the frighteningness in her eyes. She even winced, as if her body wasn't reacting as she expected.

She frowned, and put her head down on the table, and closed her eyes for a moment. Dimitri and Pete walked through the door, Pete went to work on the soup, Ivan whispered to Dimitri about her arms. He looked over but said nothing. Pete cleared this throat, and Jade looked up. Her eyes a pale gray, almost white startled him he dropped the bowl of soup shattering the bowl when it hit the ground. He broke his stare, and grabbed a cloth, “My apologies you're eyes aren't as gray as they used to be. It’s almost a pale white,” he whispered.

I walked out of the room, note in hand, and spotted Anna just coming around the corner with a cup of coffee in one hand and a clipboard in the other. I waited next to the door and as she approached and noticed me, her face that was once stern and seemingly uncaring grew worried as she asked, "Nathan what's wrong?" When I didn't answer immediately she immediately assumed the worse and asked, "Did... did he reject you?" I looked at her with widened eyes at that and shook my head no before answering her previous question, "Anna I don't think he can see." I said my voice but a mere whisper. When she gave me a questioning look, I handed her the note that she read slowly before giving me a look of