Novel & Cerita Blankly Stare

"Calm down, lady. I can feel your stares." I looked away. "Excuse me? I'm not staring with you." "Why do ladies love denying the facts?" I looked at him and he was already looking at me like I was a book he was trying to memorize. His stare was real deep; it was making me conscious but I acted like it was nothing. "And so do gentlemen. Don't generalise." I rolled my eyes. "Yep. But you were staring at me, right?" "So? Is that a big deal?"

It was a cold, calculating gaze that was looking to break her resolve. In a normal situation, people didn't stare long at each other like they could actually convey messages across through their eyes. No, it usually didn't go that way. Anelia for one; was not receiving some encoded message from Mr Black's eyes. Just one cold stare that was unnerving her. It was dead silent, another reminder that they were the only people in the entire place. She could hear the beat of her own heart echo out against the silence. The silence was getting to her head and not in a calming way. It was condescending, unsettling.

She rambled, feeling uneasy at his penetrating gaze that flashed with displeasure. A car honked past and she was able to see his eyes, it was a shade so dark and deep that rendered her speechless, he was staring at her but she didn't think he was actually seeing her, he seemed to be deeply lost in his thoughts, he blinked and his gaze was back to normal, but the displeasure across his features still remained.

It was Hail staring at the blank papers, and his hair is white. "… Hail?" he called. Hail turned. Sybb’s eyes went wide. "Oh. Sybb." Hail muttered. His eyes are blank. "You told me to write, but – " he said and raised the blank papers. " – I can't write anything. Sorry." he told him and smiled.

I try to stop openly staring, but I can’t. He just looks so … paternal. “Cam?” his voice snaps me out of my weird hazy daydream, and I realise he is both looking at me and talking to me. A strained expression and a confused tone as to why I’m blankly gawping like an idiot. My face is cold and I’m sure my blood has drained to leave me white as I sheet. “What?” I flinch and spin my head around to see what or where I’m meant to be paying attention.

The Blind Alpha. His eyes were pale and vacant, unfocused, blank, not looking at anything. Across his right brow ran a scar, then followed it into his hair of silver. He offered no reaction when we stopped in front of him. Didn’t have to. The room was beginning to accommodate his presence.. “State your plea,” one of the elders said. I knelt to the ground. The stone dug into my skin. ‎ ‎Cold and hard, The stone cut into my flesh. I buried my forehead in the ground, bowing.

My expression was icy cold. He glanced down and mocked, “Tsk tsk tsk… that must hurt. Unfortunately, I prefer things to be even. Maybe I should stab the other leg.” I lifted my head. My eyes were calm but sharp. “Gabriel, people are watching. There are surveillance cameras above us. Everything you’re doing is being recorded. Are you sure you want to keep going?” He laughed as if I had told him a joke. “Heh! Do you think any of these people would dare to report me? Go ahead and ask them!”

And she blanked out. **************************

He stares down at me, and I pause. The surprise is gone from his features. The anger too. He looks numb. Blank. Hollow.

A sudden smirk grew on his face I couldn't help but roll my eyes, "Oh come on, I wasn't, why would I even stare at you." "Oh please, don’t say and just admit that you were indeed staring at me. I mean it's not that big of a deal. Just say it," He insisted as if saying it will make him feel better. "Just look me in the eyes and say ‘Aaron, I was staring at you because you're good-looking.' There is no big deal in that"