Novel & Cerita Bat Eyelashes Blank Stare

She never cared if she had bed hair or was in her Pyjamas. But now, she wished she was looking her best. “Stop staring at me.” She mumbled. Although she didn't see him, she felt his gaze on her. “How do you know I am still staring at you? You covered your face.” Blaze said. “It's weird, but I can feel the intensity of your stare. Even if I am asleep, I can sense you staring at me.” Blaze chuckled. He removed her hand from her face and intertwined his finger with hers.

It was very easy to miss but I saw it, I knew what I saw in his eyes. When I tried to look further, tried to see what was hidden behind those eyes, I saw nothing. Gone was all of it. His official blank stare was back like it never left. and I was angry. Did he think I was stupid or something? What was all of these? “The moon looks beautiful doesn't it? “ he asked instead as changed the subject. I looked away from him, with a sad smile. “HA! You thought he was going to open up to you? Think better” Layla mocked me.

continued Ed Shane, who took out plain black sleeping glasses. "Should I close my eyes from now on?" Ed Shane nodded. "Of course, because we're going straight to where the surprise is." She obeyed her husband's words, now those hazel colored eyes were covered with plain black glasses. "Stay calm, I will help you Lily." The car started moving slowly, Lilyana could feel it. Several times the car turned right, then left and it felt like she had traveled such a long distance because she didn't see anything. There was only darkness in front of her eyes, not even the slightest bit of light could penetrate into the sleeping glasses, not even the gaps that provided a door for the light to enter and

Her Edwardian features that are highlighted with very light seamless makeup is making Vincent lose his sanity and just stare at her dreamily until she and her father finally reaches him and their eyes meet. If she hadn't blink cutting the way they are staring at each other, Vincent wouldn't realize that she is actually already in front of him. He is mesmerized by her exceptional and incomparable beauty. Her naturally long and curly eyelashes are even longer now because of the makeup and mascara that added volume to her lashes. She blinked again as she faces her father who pulls her

His eyes are black with the mixture of brown, he has a perfect wave of lashes, I feel like he's not just staring at me but he's also looking on my soul. My heart is aching not because of pain but because of the abnormal beating of my heart, my hands are shaking even my knees are trembling. "Now say what kind of stare is that?" He whispered. May naka bara sa lalamunan ko na naging dahilan para hindi ko siya masagot. Ipinatong niya ang noo sa noo ko at lalo akong nabaliw. Nasa gano'n kaming posisyon ng bigla ay may tumapat na ilaw sa amin.

"I'm ready to explain." Taking out her blunt pencil, Grace nodded with a thin smile. "I'm ready too. You can start explaining from her face because I'll be painting from the stomach up to the head." “I see.” Adro nodded, then began to explain, "Joselyn has a pair of melancholy eyes with long and curly eyelashes. She's a girl with beige hair up to her eyebrows, and her eyelashes are the same color. Her lashes shade a pair of bright blue irises that shine as bright as the clear summer sky."

Era, Mijo, Flute and Yuri just circled around them, watching. "I'm going to show you my memories. Not all. Only those you needed to know. Now, all you have to do is look directly at my eyes. Never break the stare on the process or you won't be able to see for the rest of your life." Gone was the positive energy that surrounds Black. He looked so serious and his words seemed to be a threat. Ela gulped as she nervously stared at his eyes. 'Gosh! I don't wanna be blind! How would I be able to see Win's handsome face if that happens?' she thought and used it as an inspiration not to break her stare.

"It's very faint, it looks like he's dead." I suddenly felt a bit anxious. I leaned in and lifted his eyelids. Not sure if it was just my imagination, but it seemed like his eyeballs moved. I looked at the other eye in confusion. Then I realized, that eye was actually open, with a cold and clear black-and-white iris staring at me.

Little by little, my eyelids lifted, and my lashes seemed to tremble with fear. My vision is a bit blurry because I forcibly closed my eyes then open it. After my eyelids were utterly opened, all I could see standing in front of me was a familiar figure—a tall figure with pale white skin and jet black hair. The man who had been present in my nightmares for a year and died in my hands many times, Eros, was currently standing in front of me in the black suit he usually wore.

Not the clean, beautiful white of the snow—no, this was a milky, deathly white. Next, his face became clearer, revealing a pair of thick lips, a broad, flat nose and no eyebrows at all. His eyes were closed, but his eyelids were so pale Leesa could almost see through them. She tried to pull her gaze away from his hideous face, but found she was unable to move her head. Suddenly, the man’s eyes shot open. Leesa gasped. His eyes were without eyeballs—no iris, no pupil, nothing. Just a flat, pinkish film. Despite the empty eyes, Leesa was certain the man could see. She shuddered.