Eyebrow Blink Novels & Stories

asked Ezekiel. Ezra nodded. "Hmm," Ezekiel murmured softly, returning to stroking Ezra's temple to part her baby hair. He traced the woman's face carefully. Her forehead, her brow bone, the soft wrinkle between her brows, and her eyelids. He noticed a tremble in her eyelids, making her lashes flutter seductively. Her eyes which normally looked black and dark, empty without a single light, seemed to reflect a little of the moonlight, with a faint hint of deep blue.

The man noticed her almost immediately, his head turning sharply in her direction until their eyes met. Clara smiled, hoping the expression looked confident and inviting rather than terrified. Unfortunately, her lips twitched nervously at the corner, and then her eyelashes began fluttering uncontrollably. Once. Twice. Three times. Clara nearly squeezed her eyes shut in embarrassment. Why are my eyelashes doing this? she thought desperately. They're supposed to make me look seductive, not like I'm having some kind of eye problem. She silently begged them to stop while keeping her smile in place. The man continued staring at her, his expression growing more suspicious with every step she took.

His eyes never leave mine. His hands slowly lift up and both thumbs come towards my nose. What is he doing? I just told him it hurts to even touch it. His thumbs gently glide against my nose on either side. I flinch, expecting to feel pain but instead feel a slight tingling, not in a painful way, actually felt kind of nice. Slowly his thumbs glide up and down the outside of my nose, meeting in the middle at the top. His thumbs move from the bridge of my nose, sideways to the middle of my cheekbones, and back again. It's such a simple motion yet it feels so amazing and phenomenal. His eyes never leave mine and mine never leave his, no words are spoken as we carefully watch one another.

Dashiell spoke, his tone low and sharp. She nodded affirmatively, and Dashiell stifled a laugh. Boris placed the laptop on Dashiell's desk, and we began to look at clips of different people with gaps, which made it hard to comprehend. "You were asked to blink twice to activate the lenses, and just because you didn't do that twice doesn't mean that it won't activate when you blink at intervals. The only difference is the clear video recording from blinking twice and the gaps from blinking once," Dashiell added, the corner of his lips moving to reveal a smirk.

Gabriel lifted up his eyes and slightly swept a glance at system ‘Eye’ who was silently exhorting his Host. System ‘Eye’ as if knowing he was exposed, only smiled and shrugged, pouting and had gone to his original position once again, but if one person had paid close attention to him, the invisible mist serve as system ‘Eye’ soul that the real form of system ‘Eye’ that was still resting on Gabriel palm that was floating trembled. Gabriel felt it too as his palm slightly throbbed and was in a moment of itch. Gabriel inhaled and looks at the nephew who was looking at him but half of the eyes was obviously lowered and clenching the other side of her arm as if suppressing something.

I rolled my eyes tiredly, wondering if he even remembered the blinking rule for affirmation. "Tell me, did you get it wrong the first time? Blink twice if yes," this time, I carefully gave my instructions, and he immediately blinked twice. It felt odd, or maybe he was telling the truth. Perhaps he did mishear the first time. "Okay! Why don't you want me to help you shower and change your clothes?" I leaned over him, my hands behind my back. "Is it because I make you uncomfortable?" I asked, knowing he understood the rule of blinking twice for yes and once for no. He blinked once.

“I'm not trying to kill you.” “You are too close,” I said before I could stop myself. Her eyes flicked up to mine. For a second, something unreadable passed through them. Then she smiled. “That is kind of the point.” I swallowed. She moved on to my brows, brushing them up with a small spoolie. “You have good brows,” she noted. “We won't overdo it. Just shape a little.” “Is it necessary?” I asked. “Do you want Bobby to notice you blink?” she said.

he said, voice softer now, as he leaned in close. With steady fingers, he tilted my chin up, making me meet his eyes, even though I had to squint through one of them, the other squeezed shut against the dust. “I’ll blow on it. Just keep your hands down,” he murmured, and I nodded. Slowly, he brushed open my eyelid, and then his breath was warm as he leaned in to blow gently. Tears prickled behind my lashes. “It’s still there?” he asked, and I could only nod again. As a result, he blew once more, careful and patient, and for a second, I thought I felt someone else’s gaze on us.

Naomi’s face softened, her eyebrows lifted, and the frown lines that had formed at the corners of her mouth left. Her hand stretched out, rubbing my shoulders while I fought back another round of tears. Geez, these tears have to stop.

18 Renai groggily parted her eyes, blinking recurrently. She squeezed her eyes before opening them wide. Her blurry vision immediately caught the warm hues of the breaking of the dawn. Her eyebrows quickly carved into a furrow. She looked down and ran her eyes on her body for any bruises or something. She was still in the same red silk robe, luckily unharmed.