Ghost Rider Look Into My Eyes Novels & Stories

2Pac stared down at Amy, through his fully charged, lightning bolt eyes. Amy felt a prickly chill when she saw 2Pac’s eyes for the first time. 2Pac’s eyes reminded her of the headlights on her Volkswagen ID.4, which was actually her husband’s car. The only thing that took Amy’s attention away from 2Pac’s eyes was seeing her little boy sneaking up behind the metal assassin. She watched as Omar struck the cyborg across his glistening broad shoulders, using his little fists. Omar didn’t care about hurting his hands. He wanted to protect his mother.

His eyes bore into mine with a ferocity that made the air in the room crackle. “He understands, Elder.” I glanced down, the sound of Orlando’s voice snapping me back to the moment. He stood nearby, his blue hair catching the light like a beacon, but it was his piercing green eyes that held me captive, urging me to comply, to breathe, to calm the storm raging within me.

Matteo stood by the door, one hand resting smoothly on his gun. I stayed seated, eyes fixed keenly on Ghost. Waiting. Watching. Every minute seemed to drag endlessly and slowly. Painful slow. Ghost’s fingers suddenly stopped and his back straightened and then he scratched his unkempt beards. He leaned in near the screen, lowering his glasses and peering at the screen like he was born blind. " What's it?" Matteo asked. Ghost did not answer at first. He squinted at the screen again and leaned back with a low whoosh and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose .

She shook her eyes after scanning his eyes for a while. He let out an inward sigh of relief. He knew that if there was anything Gemma found iconic about him, it would be his eyes. They were evenly emerald and in her words, unique in a way that drew one in like vortices. He had always had contacts on every time they met since he took on the identity of Livian White. Yet at that moment when she scanned him, it felt as though she was able to see through the disguise. She calmed herself and took a deep breath. "I did see a ghost. Well, not a ghost exactly. More like a demon from my past."

And my eyes were shining yellow. His gaze landed on the complete dark corner that I was hiding in. He stopped in his tracks. And then his eyes widened, first in shock, then in fear. I came out of the shadows fully. Jax was trembling in front of my eyes. I could see his eyes trying to gauge any trick of light or magic that he probably thought I was trying to pull.

She wouldn’t stop moaning and rubbing herself on me. Her wet lips licked my earlobe, and her hands cupped my face. She came to a halt as she approached my lips. Keeping her face an inch away from mine, she looked into my eyes. I opened my eyes to give her the pleasure of eye contact, but the sight frightened me. All I could see were those radioactive eyes of Phoenix. My mind stopped working for a moment, as it couldn’t be true.

I scrunched my nose trying to understand why her face seemed panic stricken. I looked at her questioningly. “Sandi!” She whispered, “Your eyes!” “Wh… what? What happened to my eyes?” I asked a little self consciously. “They are glowing! …" She whispered. “They are glowing with silver light!”

"Let's go, I guess it's enough for today." Anya was about to turn to go when her light brown gaze collides with a pair of blue-green eyes, Anya stare in that eyes and a mocking and ridiculing smile appears on her face which removes the gentle smile from Sebastian face as if she can see his soul and know what he was thinking? Siya turns her face and looks at Sebastian but she found him staring intently in a specific direction and when she saw in that direction she found a girl's back with blonde hairs making her angry.

The weight of their gazes bore down on me, amplifying the turmoil within. I could see the intensity in Nate's eyes as he looked at me. They were like two pools of molten amber, glowing with a mixture of determination and longing. The flickering light from the nearby torches danced in his irises, adding an ethereal glow to their depths. There was a depth to his gaze that seemed to hold a thousand untold stories, a silent promise of a connection yet to be fully explored.

His car slowed also. We stopped. We stared at each other through the windows but made no movement, no words-just this heavy silence stretching between the glass. My heartbeat thumped against my ribs so loudly I felt it in my throat. His face looked calm, but his eyes were tense, tired, maybe angry, maybe something else. He didn’t lower his window. I didn't lower mine.that arrogant disgusting bastard. He was playing games already. We stayed like that for a few seconds that felt longer than they were. Then he looked away and drove into the compound without a word.