Ghost Rider Look Into My Eyes Mga Nobela at Kwento

These are the only words that I can come up with to convey the reason behind my fear and I hope that he understands what I am trying to say. His eyes darken slightly, indicating that Hunter has moved to the surface and is with us as well. “No one is allowed to see you like this.” His eyes darken to a deep obsidian color. The possessive look in his eyes sends shivers down my spine. Not shivers of fear, but shivers of excitement.

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 smiled when I heard him groan. “Shit.” He whispered as he held me securely against him. As I raised back up, I felt someone’s eyes on me. My eyes instinctively landed on a pair of golden ones, Gavin. His heated gaze traveled the length of my body and I instantly felt cold chills. The way he looked at me was wrong. He grinned. I wanted to look away from him, but for some unknown reason I couldn’t. He continued to watch me as he seductively danced and touched Sienna. She didn’t seem to notice as his eyes stayed glued to me. Something about the way he looked at me seemed sickeningly familiar. I turned to look at Ryder, no longer feeling like dancing.

My finger frozen on the button, as he dropped the body and straightened up. All the hairs in my body stood up as his head snapped in my direction. Even through the lens, I could feel the intensity of his gaze. His eyes were a piercing shade of green that seemed to glow in the moonlight. His eyes locked onto my mine that’s about popping out of its socket. The way he stared made my blood run cold. I didn’t think. I didn’t breathe. I just moved.

No wonder Mateo had been so bent and ready to destroy those who had dared harm him. But it wasn’t just his presence that caught my attention. It was his eyes. They weren’t black, and they weren’t brown. They were a strange shade of grey with hints of brown, a mix that made them almost hypnotic. They reminded me of Aaron Pierre’s eyes from the movie; “Mufasa”. Honestly, if there was any way I could keep staring at them, then I’ll gladly do that a million times.

He looks - “ So handsome!” I mumble following his eyes which are widen after hearing me. But my body trembles with his hands reaching my body. His eyes are glowing. What's with those eyes? I think… I saw those eyes before. Wait- Those eyes - “ I want your entire attention on me.” He suddenly bites my bottom lip before he whispers against my lips, “ Stop losing yourself in your thoughts. Look at me. Aurora! Today, your body, soul, mind and those eyes belong to me. So eyes on me only!”

Something in her quivered, more like fear, but she didn’t dare look away; instead, she gave a pretty smile. I smiled knowing I’m no longer that naive girl. I’m a new creation, so it’s either she leaves now or she faces my wrath. “Let’s dig into her memories,” Grey suggested. “How?” I asked back. “Clear your mind of the distraction and look deep into her eyes” I took a deep breath and silenced the noise around me and stared deep into her ocean blue eyes. At first it felt impossible because all I saw was just her eyes, but no need to give up so easily. I focused my gaze on her, and when I felt like giving up, I found myself in an entire universe.

He’s only a few inches taller than me, but the way he stands, like he owns the whole room, makes him feel bigger as his stare pins me in place. “Show me your real eyes,” he murmurs, his voice dropping to a low growl. For a second, my insides tense. My eyes turned green in unnatural fashion the night I was marked, but no one knows that but me. Every morning since then, I’ve hoped they’d go back to normal, but they never have. And now this guy—this punk—is staring right through me, asking to see my “real” eyes. How could he possibly know? I tighten my grip on the helmet, feeling its weight shift as I imagine slamming it into his face and going down swinging with the other two if I have to. I f

Look at who truly sees you. His eyes, steel-gray, do not leave mine. They capture my gaze, prevent me from fleeing, even in my mind. I am caught. Completely. I see my reflection in his dilated pupils: a wild creature, hair disheveled, lips parted, face marked by the conflict between anger and a shameful, burning desire.

I smiled when I heard him groan. “Shit.” He whispered as he held me securely against him. As I raised back up, I felt someone’s eyes on me. My eyes instinctively landed on a pair of golden ones, Gavin. His heated gaze traveled the length of my body and I instantly felt cold chills. The way he looked at me was wrong. He grinned. I wanted to look away from him, but for some unknown reason I couldn’t. He continued to watch me as he seductively danced and touched Sienna. She didn’t seem to notice as his eyes stayed glued to me. Something about the way he looked at me seemed sickeningly familiar. I turned to look at Ryder, no longer feeling like dancing.