Blankly Stare Novels & Stories

It was apparent that she was scared out of her wits. Zayn endured the pain. Seeing her absentminded state, he said in frustration, “Hey miss, why are you just staring like that? Can you please get off me?” “What? Ah, yes, sure, sure…” Sienna only snapped out of her daze upon hearing Zayn’s remark, but she was still staring at Zayn blankly. Despite her answer, she did not seem to be moving and remained stupefied, infuriating Zayn greatly.

Staring coldly at me. Wait, for what? I blinked. Must I be imagining things now in stress? It must be. I shook my head in denial. For a few seconds, while staring at him, my heart started racing even more than it could ever have raced before. Then, all of a sudden, it stopped promptly. I stared without breathing, and my enlarged, round eyes held agony and fright within them, which expressed nothing but fear. For an instant, I felt like it was only my startled mind playing silly games with me, but when the impulse died and I blinked rapidly to clear any vague identification of the person, I stopped dead.

That woman's eyes! Everything went blank again. TBC...

I'm sure I'll only see rage. I continued to stare at the moon for a few minutes, but his long stare at me caught me off guard. I looked at him right away and was met with his gaze, which seemed overly focused on me. My brow furrowed; why was he staring like that? He appeared dazed at first, but his expression quickly changed to an intense stare, as if I were being undressed. Why is he staring at me as if I'm naked-

His expression was utterly blank. The video ended. The screen went black, reflecting the dim glow of the city lights outside. Slowly, his gaze lifted, moving from the screen to my face. His eyes, once sparking with playful intrigue, were now unreadable. Not angry, not shocked, but a cold, calculating grey. It was the look of a man who had been handed a puzzle and was calmly putting the pieces together.

That didn't sound like a compliment, I kept my straight face. "You rarely smile." "And you stare a lot. Stop staring at me." "You look nervous. Are you scared of being watched or something?" I didn't expect that. "You should stop staring at me. It's not comfortable." "Why? Why are you not comfortable? Why shouldn't I stare?" "What are you even saying? " "Do you know why I'm staring at you?" I shook my head. "You look sick. Even your gait." "You're crazy!"I spat, already pissed.

I shut my eyes before reopening to see Camila gazing intently at me. "W. why?" She stuttered staring at me then to the door. "None of your business" I said with a frown before walking away. I could feel her stare at me till I reached my seat. I sat down slowly then turned to her and of course, she's still staring at me. I shot her a glare before shutting my eyes. I reopened again and she's still staring, I scoffed bringing out my phone, I'd ask her why the fuck she's staring at me. "Stop staring" I texted.

My eyes lock on his deep blue eyes, and he is very serious. "Where have you been?" he asks, and I blink a couple of times, trying to make my brain function again. I open and close my mouth like a fish out of water, and when I realize he is looking at me with a death stare, I take one step back, making his hand fall on his side. His face has no expression, and it's like he is a blank canvas ready to be painted. How is it possible that a man beautiful like that doesn't even smile?

Riven The hospital room felt colder than it ever had before. I watched as Stiles stood perfectly still by the wall. His eyes were wide, but they looked glassy and blank. He was staring at nothing. We all knew what was happening. He was listening to the voice of his father through the link. We sat in total silence and watched him. Finally, Stiles blinked and came back to us. He looked at me, then his eyes moved to Sky, and then to Grey. His face was as white as a sheet of paper. His hands were trembling so much he had to ball them into fists.