For The Gaze Death Becomes Her Novels & Stories

All of a sudden, a disheveled woman burst out from behind a cluster of bushes and grabbed my arm. I froze at the sight of the woman. It was Grace. Her clothes were filthy, and there was nothing but terror in her eyes. "Help me. Please help me," she begged. "Kyle is a monster. He's trying to kill me. That place isn't a hospital. It's hell. They inject me with drugs every day. They electrocute me…" Then, she spotted Leo and immediately lunged at him, as if she had found her last hope. "Leo! I was wrong. Please tell your father to help me. I'll buy you sunflowers. I'll buy you as many as you want."

She was afraid that he might slap her or kill her to death at this moment because his gaze only described death and life. All those while he wasn't smiling at her but giving her this deadly gaze which says..."don't tempt me" she knew at this moment her plans wouldn't work and if she were to have sex with him right now, she knew she was going to get pregnant immediately. So she just can't imagine it!

The gunshot echoed loudly inside the shack, and specks of blood clouded my vision almost instantly. It trickled down to her eyebrows, and the gasp almost became inaudible. She stumbled on the ground, this time, she fell unconscious. Her eyes were kept open, her mouth was parted, and her skin shivered. One last second, and she shut her eyes closed. She was frozen. She was dead. I killed her. As I witnessed the scene unfolded in front of me, the gun slipped out of my grasp as I stared at the lifeless body. Hansel's gasp filled my ears, and the silence resounding the place subsided.

I could hear her pronounce my name even though she whispered them. I took a bold step and placed my hands on her cheeks. She flinched but never took her eyes off mine. I could feel her warmth, hear her heartbeat, taste her fear and her nervousness. My hands felt like they were on fire as touching her felt like touching an electric current. She released a deep breath and before I could form a line of thought, she backed away from the wall. "I have to leave Ares, I shouldn't be here". She started walking towards the exit of the cave and I ran to stop her. "You can't leave yet, I don't even know your name". She pulled her herself from my touch like it burned her and shook her head. "You don't n

I chuckled, enjoying her panic. “Where is she?” She started to scream and tears fell down from her eyes. “Calm down, I will be back sometime.” I walked out of the door. “Are you trying to escape from me?” She screamed. Some kind of anger raged in me and I– again entered the room keeping big steps to grab her throat to make her suffer getting enough of air. “Do you want to die too early at this age?” I asked her as my eyes darkened. “I might die maybe but never in your hands.” She said it very confidently.

Right eye with a tinge of blood. Her nose is broken. Her jaw was damaged. Her breathing was too fragile. All of her teeth were pulled out. Her face and neck are filled with cuts and bruises. Despite all those injuries, she's still breathing. Still physically alive but she’s dead inside. Every minute past part of her soul perishes.

The fear she had been thinking seems like slowly a reality to her. Walking around his unmoving body, she knelt in front of him. Holding his face with her hands, turning it to look at her, and as if life flashes in front of her eyes she watched in horror how his beautiful hazel eyes are all nothing but lifeless orbs. She gasped in horror as she touch his beautiful face, blood splattered on his face, and on his chest was a dagger piercing his heart. Her fingers tried to wipe the dried blood on his face but to no avail, it seemed to have dried for days on his face already. The glimmer in his eyes was no longer there, she could only see how his eyes were nothing but death etched on them. He's d

She would read out the praises everyone had for my work. This seemed to have become her only interest. She moved my grave to a place by the mountains next to a river. It had breathtaking views. After doing all that, that same night, she kissed the urn deeply as she touched the rosary. Then, she stabbed herself in the abdomen with the same knife she used to kill Henry. She gently laid her head on the urn, smiling in satisfaction. "Jason, I'm coming to see you soon. Please wait for me. I'll be there soon."

"Did she see someone's death again?" At that, Daisuke laughed acidly, "It seems like she's addicted to destroying people's lives!" Can't he shut the fuck up? "Who was it, Prince?" The Queen asked, abruptly. "Whose death did she see?" Rai stared at me while he said, "When I came to see her with Aeneas this morning, we saw her blindfold on the ground and her face wet with the blood tears…" "And she was in front of the mirror!" Aeneas finished for him when Rai's voice suddenly stopped.

My gaze curiously followed his, eager to find out the object of his undivided attention, only to suddenly find myself looking at the only couple of this house, immersed in what appeared to be a some kind of sparring session, for the millionth time awestruck by Death’s actions towards that single being as he so deeply stared at her, seemingly mesmerized by that specific smile, ever so gently gripping her delicate wrists in his large palms, moments before he swiftly pulled her body closer to his, giving her such a sweet and caring kiss on the forehead, feeling my own eyes fill with unshed tears after witnessing such heart-touching moment. “That deep longing...The excruciating pain...” My breat