Novel & Cerita From The Corner Of His Eye

He looked calm,controlled and powerful. I watched the way he listened more than he spoke. The slight narrowing of his eyes. The faint crease near his brow when something displeased him. As if sensing my gaze, his eyes flicked toward mine. Just for a second. Then he held it. He didn’t stop speaking into the phone or pause the conversation. But his gaze lingered on me. And then— One corner of his mouth lifted. Not a full smile,I couldn't call it that. Then he winked at me.

His eyes moved across the screen once, taking it in, and then he looked toward the window, and something dark and quiet settled behind his expression — the kind that didn't announce itself. "They're closer than I thought," he said.

he chuckled out a laugh and looked at me from the corner of his eyes. "Really? But I think you do," he states. "Mind if I prick your memory a little?" "How? What do you mean?" "Watch!" He said and leaned in closer. He tipped my chin and tucked his head into a corner...

From the corner of my eye, right as I was about to close the door all the way, I noticed a set of dainty little ears that had turned red at the tips despite her expressionless face. How cute.

He looked back at the person standing in the corner. Elaine followed his gaze and saw a tall figure in the corner, about 1.8 meters tall, wrapped in a black cloak, with both hands behind his back and a black mask on his face, revealing only a pair of eyes. He suddenly looked at Elaine, his eyes as deep as a well. Elaine's heart chilled, and she quickly turned her face away. Her sudden movement caused the fruit knife to cut her face again, and the pain made her draw a sharp breath. The left side of her cheek was wet with blood. She must have been cut quite deeply.

But now, watching him from the corners, I realized he never really left. He lingered just out of sight, watching us like a predator sizing up its prey. I could feel his eyes on me, intense and unreadable. He didn’t speak much, but his every move was calculated. Small things , a glance, a touch to someone’s shoulder, a quiet word to an ally. I hated how it made my skin crawl. One afternoon, I caught him near the old stables. The sunlight caught his sharp features, and his eyes locked on mine with a hunger I couldn’t understand.

The amber light caught the rim of his glasses when he finally glanced at me sideways, just once, and looked away. My pulse did something I immediately filed under irrelevant and absolutely did not believe. ~~~

But really, it was then my eyes caught something. A crack or something of that sense, just at the edge of the mirror. The top right corner, but instead of it resembling a crack that it was, it looked somehow like a … like a “A hole?” I mumbled, my eyebrows furrowing as my feet moved before I could process anything.

something flickered at the corners on my eyes. Twisting my neck to the side my eyes I caught sight of a mini device, slightly beeping. I looked at it, perplexed. Another CCTV? Instinctively, I glanced at him, only to find his gaze already locked on me. Open and Direct. Sharp enough to make my breath snag. My eyes flustered as I turned away awkwardly. He never spoke yet it was as if he was passing a message or something. After I was done dusting the shelf I thought to leave.

Could Jamie be trying to get information about him through her? Sharon's gaze flicked discreetly toward Thomas from the corner of her eye. He didn't notice. He was already lost in deep thought.