Blink Eyebrows Novels & Stories

I observed Sally closely and once again I could feel her vibrating in fear, once again her fear gave me so much pleasure, so much pleasure for one person. "The rule is this, during the game, you are not allowed to blink, even if you do, try to open your eyes immediately and do not blink more than four times in an hour. Two, do not look away, no matter how tough it gets, do not try and look away. Then lastly do not close or cover your eyes, do not place your palm over your face. If I catch you breaking any of these rules, you will be forced to join this game", I gave my orders my eyes fixed strictly on Sally's. "Did you get everything I have stated or should I repeat them?" I asked her harshl

“Sir, if you can hear me, try to blink once.” Lucian’s lashes trembled. His gaze wavered but then shifted back to me. He blinked. Once. My breath caught. “Good,” the doctor said briskly. “Again. Blink if you can.”

My eyebrows knit and in that exact moment, he limply falls to the ground with a thud, his eyes rolling to tge back of his head every few seconds. What is happening?

Elizabeth’s POV. - I blink, shaking out the pungent disgust to register the scent of blood with my eyes eagerly searching around all three. Angie looks uneasy, with shifty eyes, and tries hard to resist biting her lower lip as she adjusts her glasses. And Elaine looks even more out of it with the way she’s fumbling with her clammy fingers and keeping her gaze on them. Then I raise a brow at Hadrien who shrugs casually, averting his eyes to the ceiling.

I just kept talking, wanting my voice to dominate over the eerie sounds of the winds blowing against the trees. Wiping my face with the back of my hand, a low light shimmered brightly against my eyes, almost blinding me. Shielding my eyes, I moved away a little and tried to blink multiple times to adjust to the bright light it shone with. Blinking I tried to get rid of the tears that soaked my sensitive eyes, and the blurriness that invaded my vision.

My heart stutters when I notice an eye blinking and without warning my eyes start picking out human limbs, hidden within the tangled mess of vines. More eyes snap open to stare at me, peering out from the shadows, hollow and unseeing. Silently watching me for a long moment before they fill with hysteria, blinking fast, as if they’re trying to warn me. Limbs rustle the leaves, as white as ghosts, immobilized by the vines.

Evelyn noticed a subtle change in his eyes, a dull, dark red color flaring around the edges of his black pupils. "I'll make it change." Irzey stared at her and repeated the words again, as if reciting some ancient incantation. "I'll make it change." ...... ...... Evelyn opened her eyes suddenly, breathing erratically and gasping slightly as she stared blankly up at the high ceiling, only to feel the dreamy, slightly scary looking eyes belonging to Irzey staring straight back at her even at this very moment. She let out a long breath, turned her face sideways, and bumped into a turquoise eye.

I grab my purse and put my sunglasses on, although I was wearing the headscarf I still need to wipe out every possibility of being seen in his place right after today's stunt. I walked inside the building and made my way to his elevator. I removed my scarf the moment I enter the door and brushed my hair. I looked at the mirror and my eyes were looking much worse than before. The patch surrounding my eyes looked reddish but not so much, the eyes were swollen and I was having trouble blinking. God what did I do to myself, is this how people are supposed to look when they cry. Yikes, crying makes you ugly. I close my eyes and massage them in light circular motions then anticlockwise, reliving t

A sharp twinge troubled her mind as if a bolt of lightning had shone across the sky. Her eyelids felt heavy and her eyes burned behind the warm lids. Her eyeballs moved against the dark veil and she found difficulty in opening her eyes. However, she could feel the calmness of the atmosphere. She groaned, trying to move and touch her face. Her arm glided under the soft cover, reaching her face as she gently touched her eyelids. She caressed her forehead and slowly tried to blink open her eyes.

The kind that says I see you and I am glad and this is everything and I will not make it weird. When she pulls back her eyes are doing something. "Do not," I say. "I am not doing anything," she says. "Your eyes are doing something," I say. "They are fine," she says, blinking rapidly. "Completely fine. Dust." "Hackney dust." "Notorious for it," she says.