Empty Look In Eyes Novels & Stories

She could not lay still, she tightened her grip on his dick. He kept his eyes open seeing her flushed face,whereas her eyes were tightly closed.

I watched all three of them stand tensed like a flick of my wrist could break them. “What?” I asked flatly. No one answered. So, I rose, walked to the tall mirror hanging by the closet, and looked at myself. My breath snagged. The whites of my eyes had bled to ink. Not dark rings, not shadowed bags but the entire sclera is drenched in black. Gone was their usual strange sheen, all that was left were pale orbs swimming in an endless void. A storm in a teacup. That was what I looked like. Something tightly contained and violently wrong. Whatever.

Bright blue eyes with black blotches around the pupil exuded the wisdom of the ages, hidden in the depths, giving the look a mysterious expressiveness. He looks down, sees everything that is happening on the ground around, the senses of tracking are involved and open a wide panorama of vision. A lot of energy is spent on this, but here you can afford to spend it boldly, the streams passing nearby will replenish your strength. Brook-ta-man thought, reminiscing.

Hayden's eyes go empty. It doesn’t go wide with shock or narrow in anger. It just stays... vacant. Like someone flipped a switch and the light behind them went out. His pupils are huge, swallowing the green until there's almost no colour left. It's the scariest thing I've ever seen on his face. It’s not rage or pain, but this sudden, complete absence. Like he's not here anymore. He doesn't blink or even dare to breathe. The video ends, and the screen goes black. He doesn't move.

His eyes are on the beautiful sight infront of him , but he is not looking at it or admiring it . His face is emotionless , pale , shrink in weakness , eyes has dark circles , while his lips are dry and dead skin is covering them .. giving them more rough and dry look . His blue eyes are shining due to lights reflection but they are looking dead .. his eyes are filled in longing for something or someone. His mind is occupied in his ex-wife's thoughts ... flashback of his past flashing in his dead eyes . A tear slipped out from his left eye but he didn't broke down in sobs .

The empty semi lit living room seems like heaven and once I plop myself down on the plush couch some of my unease washes away. The back of my hand rubs forcefully at the tender skin under my eyes as I lie on the sofa, watching nonsense on TV. A rug burn like sting encompasses my eye sockets and whenever my eyes well up with tears from having them remain open for so long it burns even more. My heavy eyelids fight to close and without wanting to abide, my body pushes my fearful mind aside. Blackness.

Author’s POV Iris’s eyes opened slowly. She blinked, trying to ease the soreness, the itching in her eyes. They felt heavy and swollen after hours of crying. At first, her mind was blank. Her hand instinctively moved to rub her eyes, but the tenderness made her wince. They had become too sensitive. Her gaze wandered across the room, and things started flooding back, one after another, adding pressure to her already broken mind. Her eyes remained fixed on the ceiling, unmoving, unblinking. Tears rolled down her cheeks, but no sound left her lips. Only a hollow ache resided inside her. Her pain had settled into a heavy, consuming emptiness.

Ezrene felt like someone had snatched the land beneath her feet the second her eyes met with those nefarious blue eyes of Ziven. Her blood froze. Suddenly that air and darkness around her started suffocating her, especially the way he was looking at her. His eyes showed no emotion. No anger, no rage, nothing….but a completely dreadful silence which was prevailing in his gaze and that scared the life out of her. He was looking lethally calm and silent which filled more tears in her eyes in fear.

He made it seem like I could easily rip Sylvia into pieces with just my sight. I only realized I had tears streaking down my face when I felt Marcus' hand on my cheek. "Don't cry, honey. I'm sorry. Please listen to me, okay? It's not what you think…" Marcus kept wiping my tears away in a fit of panic, but he could never stem my tears no matter how much he wiped. In the end, he just pulled me into his arms and began comforting me in soft tones. At the same time, he prevented me from looking at Sylvia.

She looked at Ethan first for a few moments then at Lucas and then her eyes stopped at me. First thing that came to my mind after our eyes met is "She has beautiful almond shaped brown eyes. But her eyes looked empty ,no emotion ,no hope or desire....... nothing". Her face was expressionless. One thing was confirmed........she wasn't scared, not even a little bit. Instead she looked calm. "So.....what do we do with her?" I heard Lucas asking but I didn't reply. I kept staring at her. I can't figure out what she is thinking, what's going on in her mind. I was trying to read her.