Blink Of An Eye Synonym Novels & Stories

(눈_눈) （*＾-＾*）“Go, go, my very reliable system! Give me a gentle knockout!” (눈_눈) “…” Blackie’s virtual fingers itched to give his idiot of a host one very “gentle” knockout. But… “Host… have you considered just…you know…” (◞‸ლ) ‘…saying no? With how doting your hubby is of you, as long as you are genuinely resistant to the idea of sleeping with him, he wouldn’t dare to eat you up! What are you doing? Some kind of push and pull play between husbands???’ щ（ﾟДﾟщ）

I just need… Blue eyes form behind my eyes, I close mine tightly willing the image to disappear. I open my eyes quickly and flip Bailey over, looking into her dig doe browns. I wildly buck into her, but her face becomes blurry and the image of a blonde with those electric blues comes flooding back skewing my vision.

By the time he had come back to the present his eyes landed on mine, a comical smile played on his lips and a small confused frown took over his features. "What?" He asked as he looked at my engrossed and studying eyes. "Do all lycans not blink when they use that mindlink thing?" I asked the hint of a giggle played on my lips as he nudged me gently. "Oh yeah, lycans, mated humans, we all do the same." He stated widening his eyes so comically that he drew out a chuckle of my own.

I blink but the reflection doesn’t blink. This makes me frown. I stare in the eyes of my reflection and the green blue colour starts to dissolve into a more vivid and dangerous colour — sapphire blue like the eyes of the men in the portraits. I feel nothing. No shock. No fear. No confusion. It’s all in my head. I tilt my head to my right and witness the reflection mirroring my action but with a smile which is not actually present on my lips. The smile of the reflection widens, making me gulp the non—existent lump in my throat.

Then the bed kind of sound like and hospital bed with the way I move over to the other side. Wait, Kimberly wait, calm down, take a deep breath for a minute then reframe it again. Just like a what? An hospital bed? I thought aloud in my eyes making my eyes flew open for the third time and I was welcome with this eyes aching bright that made me somehow blind for some minutes as well as making me whine in pain for some moment with my eyes squeeze.

were the only words and sounds that could escape my lips at that moment. I blinked my eyes in unbelief of what I had just encountered. I rubbed my eyes , still trying to understand what I saw. “What is the matter?” She asked. I blinked my eyes in quick succession, still unable to believe what I just saw with my very own eyes. “What is the matter, you do not like the food?” she asked. That was the least of my problems and bedside the point. Heck, I just saw a claw extended from my sister's fingers and for some reason they were nowhere to be found.

At the jaw and the dark eyes and the specific, complete attention of someone who had been paying attention since the second library session and had never once stopped. “Yes?” he said. “Yes,” she said. He held her gaze. Something moved across his face. She didn’t have a word for it. She’d never seen it before. Something entirely new. Something that was all the other expressions simultaneously — the real smile, the open version, the patient certain look, the grief-and-gratitude look, all of them at once — and then something beyond all of them. Something that was only this. Only now. “Whatever comes after,” he said softly.

I inhaled slowly, forcing myself to replay it clearly. “Eye for an eye. Blood for blood. Pain for pain.” We let the words hang in the air. Lyra moved toward a laptop by my desk. “Okay,” she began thinking aloud. “Eye for an eye could mean retaliation. Blood for blood…maybe a hospital? Or a medical facility? Pain for pain… somewhere symbolic of suffering?” “No, it's too broad,” I muttered. “Do you think it's another project site?” “No, it can't be. It'll be too obvious of a move.”

The eye was still looking at me. It...it speaks! It doesn't have a mouth but it speaks. "!!!!" I paled. So the eye was a ghost too... Scary...

I rub my legs together, I want him, I always do. "You're lying," he remarks and I shake my head. Tears well in my eyes for staring too long without blinking. His voice is a whisper when he says, "Blink." As those words depart his lips, I blink multiple times and push back the tears. Brandon chuckles like he's in on a secret privy to him alone. His hand moves to the nape of my neck, I wipe the tears leaking from the corner of my eyes. "You don't blink when you are lying."