Novel & Cerita Ghost Rider Look Into My Eyes

I sat down on my knees in front of him. He held my chin before pulling it upwards but my eyes didn't dare to look in his. "Guardami" I did as he said. Looking in his icy grey eyes I felt air knocked out of my lungs when I found no anger in them. Instead, his eyes held. (-Look at me) Possessiveness and a promise. A promise to possess my soul "How long." He whispered making me confused as I stared at him in pure commotion.

"I know they won't succeed because they believe you'll never use the heat vision again as a result of what you lost. Nevertheless, I strongly believe that you have greater plans. Also, I believe in the legend about your mate. Success comes with huge sacrifices, all of which you have made. As for the second part, I don't know how to answer. We all see you as a god and we know that you can discern lies when relished." Throughout his speech, his eyes never left mine and I detected something. The changes in his eye colour as he spoke. It wasn't something that could be caught by an ordinary Alpha. The Green turned purple at a point but it was so fast, one might think it was the reflection of the

“Do you think that’s funny?” “Well, you certainly love it when the spotlight is all on you, right?” I replied in a matter-of-fact and he gritted his teeth in annoyance. “In any case,” Ghost Hand raised his voice; “Spider’s Eyes is waiting for me to reveal the truth hidden underneath.” I clapped my hands above my head, making the thief halt his motions. I smiled as my bespectacled eyes met with those pair beneath the dark violet-tinted shades. “Sorry to spoil your night, Little Violet Riding Hood, but I know the one and only truth that you want to reveal.”

For the first time since I saw him I really look into those eyes of his. I cant find my mate anywhere in them. They are the blackest things that I have ever seen. My skin does not tingle at his touch. The love that I used to see in his gaze is lacking. The gaze that I look into now is so cold that it brings tears to my eyes. I use my talons to start to claw at his hands and he releases me quickly as I draw blood.

she murmured to Alexander, his nod barely registering before she slipped outside. The cool night air was a welcome balm, the vastness of the starlit sky offering a comforting perspective. Leaning against a grand pillar, she let out a shaky breath, a silent plea for clarity amidst the whirlwind of emotions. "A penny for your thoughts?" The familiar voice sent a jolt through her. Even without turning, she'd recognize the smooth baritone anywhere. It was Greg. Slowly, she turned, meeting his hazel eyes that held a familiar warmth, a spark that ignited a flicker of longing within her.

I hoped to the Moon Goddess that he was right. I made a beeline for the guest room to see Serenity; her body lay perfectly across the bed, still fast asleep. “Hot stuff, it's time for dinner, and your ride will be here shortly to take you wherever you want to go.” Her gold eyes glanced at me. I remember seeing them flash gold the day she marked me. “How often do your eyes turn to gold? They are fascinating to look at.” She shrugged her shoulders and wiped the crust out of the corner of her eyes. When she opened them again, they were dark gray. Her eyes had me hypnotized.

It was very ruthless and a resolute punishment of Xiaza that she always used to traitors that have the guts to betray her and harm her. The silly zombie also gaze back at her when he notices Xia looking at himself, their gaze clashes bringing an unfamiliar and familiar electricity with each other. The gaze of the two became deep, their eyes never shifting away and the little black iris in the dull eyes of the zombie and the honeyed coloured phoenix eyes of the little girl swirled like a storm as if challenging which one has the strongest and influential gaze that can attract the two of them and will be the first to admit defeat.

I moved the flame toward the end of his pipe, trying to focus on what I was doing. Then I looked up. His dark eyes met mine. Unmoving and intense. For one strange second, the entire room disappeared. I forgot my father was watching. Forgot the soldiers standing nearby. Forgot the humiliation. There was only the man in front of me and the inexplicable pull I felt whenever I looked into those eyes. Why? Why did he feel so familiar? My breathing became shallow. Ghost's gaze dropped briefly to my trembling fingers before returning to my eyes. I quickly looked away.

He pauses for a moment some second after he hears my sudden cry, and looks me in the eyes. I try to cower away from those bloody eyes. "Look at me," he growls, forcing me to look at him. My jaw dropped, and my eyes popped wide open as I saw what looked at me. His eyes were glowing amber and red, glinting under the light of the chandelier directly above us. This means only one thing. Suddenly, his facial muscles stiffen, and his eyes glow more, and brighter, surfacing death before my eyes, his entire power dominates me, and fur begins to appear on his arms.

His eyes aren't on me; they're fixed on the corpse, glowing faintly, gold bleeding through the dark. He inhales once, sharp, nostrils flaring. His hands twitch at his sides. For a terrifying second, I think he's going to shift right here, right now, tear the club apart to find whatever did this. My voice catches in my throat. I want to say his name, but I can't push the sound out. He turns then, finally looking at me. The raw, feral thing inside him pins me harder than any hand ever could. But there's something else in his eyes. Recognition. Like he knows why I'm really here. Like he can see straight through my Luna Chaser disguise to the researcher underneath, the girl follows her dead moth