Fleeting Eye Contact Novels & Stories

After my eyes were plucked out, I lay on the operating table with two empty sockets on my face, resembling that of a broken doll. Samuel Sterling felt no guilt. He picked up my eyes to examine them and praised them, saying, "Daeleen was right. These really are a beautiful pair of eyes! I promised you, Daeleen. I will make all your wishes come true." As the anesthesia's effect slowly wore off, I could not help but cry out in pain. Samuel finally turned his attention to me as if blaming me for interrupting his memories of Daeleen.

Christina turned sharply, her eyes locking onto Lucien, who stood behind her. His face was pale as if he'd just seen a ghost. The phone had barely clicked off before he seized her hand. "Christina, who's emigrating?" Her expression remained composed. "Just a classmate. She's moving abroad and wanted to meet up before leaving." Lucien stared at her, uncertain, but his arms encircled her, pulling her close. "I thought it was you. Don't scare me like that again."

I stood on the opposite side of the street, my gaze fixed on her as she lingered at the end of the sidewalk. When our eyes finally met, I saw the instant flicker of recognition ignite in hers, quickly followed by an emotional wave that surged through her, an intensity that struck me to my core. It was a look I had witnessed before, yet its power never ceased to leave me breathless. Her eyes locked onto mine, and in that split second, the weight of everything I had been avoiding came crashing down. Her body trembled as she stepped closer, her eyes shimmering with unspoken pain. She didn’t say anything, but her distress was obvious.

His piercing blue eyes were scanning the crowd, a hint of curiosity in their depths. My heart skipped a beat at the sight of him, and I felt a flutter of butterflies in my stomach. It was as if time had slowed down, the noise of the crowd fading into a distant hum. For a split second, our eyes met. His gaze was intense, and I felt a jolt of electricity pass through me. I quickly looked away, my cheeks flushing with heat.

The enchanting connection between them held her spellbound, and she couldn't tear her gaze away from his captivating eyes. Caught in a trance-like state, they stood there, locked in a wordless exchange, their eyes conveying unspoken emotions. It was as if the world around them faded away, leaving only their entwined gazes. In that moment, Leanda couldn't help but wonder if there was something more to Lyall, something beyond his striking appearance. Lyall turned that he stood right in front of her, not breaking their eyes contact. He brought his hands slowly up to her cheeks, causing Leanda’s whole body to shake, “Aren’t we too fast?” He asked.

When Eliot Grabbed Keisha's Arm, Their eyes met. Keisha had big brown eyes that could catch any man's Attention. After that, there was complete silence. No word was spoken, No Action was made, just intense eye contact. It felt like, a moment of pure Magic. Certainly, they are fated to be together. Eliot slowly loosen up his grip on Keisha's Arm. He couldn't say anything after that. He let go of Keisha then took two steps back. Keisha lowered her eyes.

"I know what you mean." When he looked back at the porch Noah was watching him from across the space. Not quickly — not the glance of someone caught doing something. He was just looking, openly, and when their eyes met he didn't look away immediately. He held it for one full second — two — and then Greta said something and he turned back to her. Eli felt the eye contact like something physical. Like a hand that had reached across the distance and not quite touched. He set his plate down on the porch rail.

“I may not have known you long, but I feel as if we’ve known each other for years. Perhaps you hardly notice me the way I notice you… Perhaps you don’t notice me at all…” I quirked my eyebrows as I sank back into my chair and continued to read. “...But I think that we do share a sort of chemistry between us; I’ve felt it during our fleeting glances, those brief moments when our eyes meet. Maybe you don’t notice it, but I do. I’d like to give us a chance…”

MAYA'S POV I looked away first. Of course I did. That was what I did. I turned back and focused on my drink and the view, telling myself it meant nothing. A moment. The kind of charged accidental eye contact that happened at parties when the lighting was warm and the wine was working and your brain was already soft from an evening of feeling vaguely untethered. It meant nothing. I believed that for approximately forty five seconds. "You look like someone deciding whether to stay or leave.”

I give him a ' really' look. " You remember the first day of school, in the auditorium?" " Yeah." " I said the same thing." " Hmm and again, what may this sign be?" His fingers tilt my face up, so we stare into each others eyes." You glance my way and our eyes meet. You let the contact linger and not because you mean to, but because you can't help it. We get lost into each others eyes, you speak to me without words and it's then, the sense of a sign sparks."