Blankly Stare Novels & Stories

Jones suggested while stuttering and unable to look straight in her eyes. Blades' eyes bulge out of their sockets. "What? "Are you insane?" "N-no, but w-we don't have any choices now." Blade rushed to Jones and held him in the collar. The other member tried to stop her. "The fuck are you spouting? Do you want me to rip off that mouth of yours? "

And then he cursed under his breath. “Don’t look at me like that.” My brows knitted. “Like what?” “That bunny stare you have,” he muttered. I blinked, completely lost. “Bunny… stare? What does that even mean?” His jaw tightened. “Just forget it happened.” My breath hitched. “Forget that anything happened.”

"This kind of mental illness must be treated early." I knew he cared about me genuinely. I replied, "I'm available tomorrow at noon." "Great! Then I will make some arrangements," said Blake immediately. I finished my meal slowly. Then I turned to look at Blake, only to find that he was staring at me without blinking. I wiped my mouth and asked, "Why are you staring at me?" "No reason. Are you full?" Blake calmly came back to his senses. He didn't think of himself as rude at all.

I go stone-cold, unmoving even after she slowly pulls away from me. Warm brown eyes stare up at me, waiting. But my mind goes completely blank.

Deeply staring into my eyes is a pair of the darkest sets of sapphire blue that​ I have ever seen and a set of lips smirking devilishly towards me. Just staring at him takes my breath away. I cannot seem to move or speak. My legs and arms become paralyzed. I probably look like a fucking fool. What the hell! This is freaking embarrassing! Why can't I break from his stare? He strums his finger across his parted lips and watches me with amusement.

I hoped not. His arms were crossed, his jaw clenched tight. Our gazes clashed and I almost sucked in a breath with how cold his eyes were. When would he stop looking at me that way? His girlfriend was nowhere in sight and I let out a breath I waited a few seconds, maybe he would move. Or speak. But he only just stared. The kind of stare that made my heart plummet straight into my stomach. He didn’t blink. Didn’t speak. Didn’t move. Just—

I felt as though I would drown in his beautiful eyes for a second as he fixed me with a blank stare. He appeared to be contemplating his next move as he looked at me, trying to see if he could read my thoughts and what would be the best advice for him to follow. As his focus grew more intense on me, I turned my face to the side and cleared my throat, and my face clearly showed how uncomfortable I was feeling.

While I trembled and swayed, while my body betrayed me with every passing second, he stood strong and steady, untouched by fatigue or doubt or human frailty. His eyes remained fixed on mine, dark and unreadable, giving nothing away. It was unnerving, this unwavering stare, this refusal to acknowledge the normal rhythms of human interaction. Like his silence, his stare was a tactic, a way of unsettling, of asserting dominance. It was the stare of a predator, of someone who saw others not as people but as prey, as problems to solve, as resources to utilize or discard.

he grimly mutters while staring at the side of Sullivan's stoic face. *****😔😔****

I felt like I was relieved from pleasure. I felt like it was bliss. I did not know that Ellen is watching me fapping myself like there's no tomorrow. Feeling that someone is gazing at me, I then looked at Ellen and she stared at me as well. I can't fathom what my mind is doing right now. My brain is not doing anything though, it was blank. I looked like someone who got caught stealing from the bank. I froze. We both kept staring at each other and maybe the longest one minute passed, Ellen broke the staring contest.