Eyebrow Blink Novels & Stories

I couldn’t see my whole body in the reflection because of its size, but it is enough for me to see some of the bruises on my face. Before the tears started forming in my lower lids, I blink them away and shake my head. Why are you crying, Ezra? It's not that this is new. Why are you even surprised that he doesn't like you? Most people are and you shouldn't be surprised by it anymore. I shut my eyes close and let the tears on my eyelids roll down my cheeks.

I noticed his furrowed brows and worried eyes. "It looks like some debris got in. Don't move," he said. As James Ferguson spoke, he blew gently on my lower eyelids twice, and I shrank back. “ Relax, don't be afraid; it will be fine soon," he comforted me patiently and blew twice more. His thumb rubbed across my rolling tears and even touched the foreign objects that were blown out. I closed my eyes and felt much better. I raised my hand to rub at my eyes, but my wrist was grabbed by James.

Every time I blinked, a sharp sting along with a dull pain in my eyeball spread across the entire right side of my face. That is why I tried to blink as little as possible, but I could not avoid my eye watering, so it was inevitable to blink here and there so as not to accumulate too much water. "How did you get that?" Brad asked after clearing his throat and heading to the sofa in my office, avoiding looking in my direction at all costs. Probably because it was easier to hold back the laughter if he didn't see the source of the amusement, or rather, me. "Miranda." Brad stopped half an inch from the sofa and stood with his back to me, hands on his waist and shoulders tense, but I knew his fa

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.

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."

They moved up his nose and stopped by the threshold of his eyes. Sensing my touch, lines formed between his eyebrows before his eyelids slowly glided open. He blinked and I smiled, "Hey," I mumbled. A sleepy smile pulled up the corner of his lips and my heart ached at how beautiful it is, "Hey," He said back. He scrunched his eyebrows, "Were you playing with my face?" He asked, his eyes playfully narrowing at me. I nodded, "I am just memorizing it." My fingers brushed over his cheek before they went up the area under his eyes, "You-" I couldn't continue my sentence I when a knock on the door interrupted my little heavenly moment.

She was chewing on the pizza on her fork… And she stopped when she noticed my gaze was trained on her. She gave me a weird look like she was heavily confused. “What are you— is there something in your eyes?” She paused, looking into my eyes like she was looking for something. “You kept blinking them. Are you okay?” she asked. And it felt like fire was coming out from my ears and nose. I shook my… Head, rubbing my eyes in total embarrassment as I leaned back into my chair. Maybe I should have kept it for dinner. Maybe I should have practiced more, since my eyes made me seem like I was apparently going blind from too much blinking.

I muttered. I was sitting like every other day when I felt movement in Sara’s hand. I stared at her hand and saw her finger move slightly before the other one moved. I immediately gazed at her face and saw her eyeballs moving under the eyelids. Now, it may seem weird but we do move our eyeballs behind our eyelids and even though we feel that no one can see, it is actually very noticeable. I prayed silently for her to wake up while my hold on her hand tightened. She moaned in pain and I realized that my hold has turned painfully tight.

another nurse added from the monitor. The attending physician, a seasoned man with graying temples and focused eyes leaned down gently. “Katherine. Katherine, can you hear me? If you can hear me blink once.” Katherine’s eyes—cloudy but alive—fluttered again. Her lips parted slightly, but no words came out. “She’s trying,” said the doctor, eyes widening just a fraction. “Come on, Katherine. One blink.” And then—slowly, purposefully—her left eyelid lowered and lifted.

That was the first time I had ever seen Esteban show actual emotion. Surprise. Not big, not dramatic, but his eyes widened slightly, and he blinked once like his brain needed a second to process that information. It lasted maybe two seconds. Then his face went back to normal. But I saw it. “You’re surprised,” I said immediately. “I’m not." “You are." “I’m not." “You literally blinked." “I blink all the time." “Not like that." He didn’t respond. I grinned slightly. “You didn’t see that coming, did you?"