Creepy Love Stare Novels & Stories

He said, his eyes dark with passion. As he bent his neck to kiss her, everything turned dark for her, her legs turned wobbly and she felt like jelly all over. She was terribly finished when it came to Gavin Hasters. He leaned in, and her back found the edge of the long glass table. His arms caged her in, one on each side. “Can I?” He asked, his lips close to hers.

The man hugs the girl's trembling body, kissing her smooth white neck. Malcolm bites hard, but this time not to suck blood like a vampire, he does it because he just wants to mark his sovereignty. After the shirt is taken off is a naked and beautiful body, but he does not touch it anymore, just kissing each of Mia's tears and stepping out of the bath. Mia sits motionless in horror, submerges under the warm water, and her tears don’t stop falling. Malcolm gently runs his fingers over the girl's bare back, feeling the tremor of her body, he stops. He says calmly and turns around:

Ved said cupping her cheeks. “Do you love me?” Ved asked but Marya pulled away from his embrace leaning to the other side of the tub facing him. She knew she loves him but she is scared to lose him. She knows this won't last long and these feelings will only bring more pain to him. “This love can never be accepted Ved, you know what this type of love is called?” Mayra said and took a pause. “This is Stained love,” She said looking straight into Ved’s eyes. Ved didn’t know what to say to that statement but he got angry at her words. How can she disrespect his love for her and more importantly herself?

His mouth watered as his incisors lengthened ready to sink into her. “I love you, Teya.” He whispered in her ear, before he bit down despite the screaming in his own head. His eyes began to glow as he held her closer. She anchored her arms around him to steady herself to keep from falling. Pain struck her first causing her to groan in pain.

Even Robert looked confused. The usual stoic expression was plastered across his face. His dark brooding eyes swept across the hall ---observing every detail-- and finally rested on her. Much to her discomfort, his unwavering gaze continued to linger on her. Why was he staring at her like this? Her breathing staggered in response as she felt her being sucked in by his green-greyish orbs. The intensity in those pools was scaring her witless. She willed his fervid stare to leave her face but they remained stuck onto her like glue. She blinked away from his hard stare. Fortunately, before she was about to faint due to the lack of breathing, he pulled his gaze off her. She had never felt this re

Because I’m weak. And he knows it. And he KNOWS I know he knows it. We put on one headphone each. Like we’re teenagers in a romance montage. Then he hits play. Thirty seconds in, a romantic confession scene starts. I feel him watching me. Not the screen. Me. I snap my head toward him. “Why are you staring at me? WATCH THE SHOW—” “I am.” My eyebrows scrunch. “Then why are you LOOKING AT ME.” He smirks, low and devastating.

As soon as Tara turns behind, her eyes enlarge, chilled flushes on her face, and her peptide frame starts to shiver as her frightful black doe iris meets the severe oceanic orbs that stare at her with intensity to devour her …! ****************

As he saw me, he blinked twice to believe in his eyes and when he realized that this is reality, he showed me his pearl white teeth and I returned the gesture. "How long have you been staring at me like that?" He asked "I don't know" I murmured and placed my hands below my cheek to make myself more comfortable and have a better view of him. "Staring at someone like a pervert is a crime you know" one side of his lip twitched into a smirk. "I am not staring at someone, I am staring at my love"

I bite my bottom lip from crying as his energy backs me up into a cover. “ You were so good…” My cousins tiny and feminine voice were whispered to him but I could hear it clearly. He kept on looking at me , paying no attention what so ever to her or what was falling out of her mouth. She notices his lack of response , and so she shifts closer to him – which I doubt is impossible as she is pressed up against his sides as if she was a tattoo herself. He does not move at all , nor does he tighten his grip onto her – it is as if he is a living statue. My eyes keep moving to her and then to him , my heart pounding as I try to will my feet to move ; begging , pleading , screaming inwardly at mysel

Grey The sun was starting to set, casting long, orange shadows across my bedroom floor. I hadn't moved from my bed in nearly twenty-four hours. My eyes were swollen and red. My chest felt like someone had reached inside and squeezed my heart until it bruised. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw it again—Stiles in that room, his hands on Xander, their lips locked together. His eyes closed. It played on a loop like a horror movie I couldn't turn off.