Blink Of An Eye Synonym Novels & Stories

Because those eyes were identical to the baby in the cot. Exact. Not similar. And then he blinked, dragging in a harsh breath as his gaze struggled to focus, his eyelids slipping close and open once more. "Zion..." Clarissa's voice cracked. She leaned closer, stroking his damp hair with a hand that didn't seem to know how to stop shaking. "Hey... hey, look at me." His eyes flicked to hers. And then, he managed a smirk. It was playful. Too damn familiar. "Well," he rasped in a hoarse voice, "I've probably made a spectacle of myself, haven't I?"

21 | KNOTTING Arther instantly blinked both of his eyelids there in a very fast motion. He couldn't even believe what Kylie just said about to him right on there now. Arther didn't even notice that his lips were right now in a small open position with both of his eyelids wide open.

I see myself as if I am standing close to both of them and they cannot see me. Time seemed to stop suddenly. Erenea's amaranthine eyes turned emerald. The opposite happened to my eyes because they lost their luster as if they were blank. There was no reflection at all. It was a shade of blue without any reflection. It's dull and soulless.

And yet again they glazed into each other's eyes, one with hope and the other in denial. What does it mean when his eyes pierced into hers and she couldn't define it? She couldn't define what it was, but it definitely wasn't anything scary! She broke her gaze from Blythe's eyes immediately. “I will tell you my price probably when I think well about it!” She replied awkwardly, feeling the need to just hide in plain sight. “Humm!” Blythe hummed.

Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ My eyes felt like someone had rubbed sand into the sockets. I tried to blink, but my lids were heavy and stuck together. Everything was too bright. The light coming through the gaps in the curtains felt like a needle stabbing straight into my brain.

Kara I blink my eyes back, feeling a searing pain near my chest. Agony courses through me, intensifying with each beat of my heart. Goddess, that hurt. My eyes peer open, struggling against a blinding light that engulfs my surroundings. The air is mysteriously silent, devoid of any sound or movement.

I offered an excuse. I tried to divert my attention from him, but even in the dark, I could see everything clearly. There was no speck of dust in his eyes or on his lips. I realized that I had been staring blankly at him, without understanding why. I kept tapping myself, but it wasn't because I was nervous. I was simply ignorant of this man. I apologize if my previous response was not clear. Here is a possible translation of the text you provided: "I have a blurry vision... It's just a little bit though..." I lied again, as it gives me confidence. "I think I really need to have my eyes checked," I added to hide my growing nervousness and curiosity about myself.

Bia really was the right person to take care of Bian. Two sets of eyes with completely different colors locked onto each other: deep black and clear brown. Though the colors were vastly different, they held the exact same spark, reflecting each other's faces. It was a simple gaze, devoid of any attempt to convey a specific message. They had merely caught each other looking, yet both owners of those contrasting eyes felt as though they were compelled to stand still and soak in the gaze offered by the other.

The mirror reflected her image, her eyes shimmering with a newfound confidence. She applied makeup with a skilled touch, enhancing her features while maintaining a natural glow. A pop of red lipstick added a touch of vibrancy, a bold statement that resonated with the courage she was summoning for the day ahead. Nora's reflection stared back at her, a blend of nerves and excitement dancing in her eyes. As she slipped into her bejewelled sandals, a soft smile graced her lips. Graycen's voice broke through her thoughts, a gentle reminder of the admiration she held for her mother. Nora turned to her daughter, her heart warmed by the innocent compliment.

Friendships, bonds, companionship, as I said, these things are important to us all. High above Blake's head, a small glass orb of light was flickering. I looked up, feeling the first prickles of dread creeping up my neck. Seeing that my attention had been drawn elsewhere, Blake craned to look upwards too, his gaze finding the tiny light that was blinking on and off. He looked at it, expressionless, only a slight arching of his brow showing a vague interest in the flickering light.