Novel & Cerita Ghost Rider Look Into My Eyes

But it was his eyes that froze me in place. Grey. Cold. Once they had been warm and soft whenever they looked at me. Now, they were unreadable. Chase. Or rather—Orion Nikandros.

A thousand eyes followed her as she walked the bridge, the cheers of the people masked behind veils of pity and curiosity. Among them stood Ryder Coldclaw, his amber eyes fixed on her as he watched the procession. His gaze was sharp, calculating, a predator eyeing prey. He didn’t flinch, not even when their eyes met across the distance. Eva forced a neutral expression, but beneath her composed exterior, her mind raced. Her pulse quickened, the bitter taste of iron in the back of her throat. He was dangerous. She could sense it in the way his stare held her, like a wolf sizing up its next move.

His gaze was overbearing because of the tornado of emotions that were whirling in his eyes. I found myself looking back into his mesmerizing steely grey eyes that had specs of deep greenish silver. Something I had never noticed before. Perhaps we were always at each other's throats to share eye contact. His eyes were like storms with dark clouds. Loud, demanding, arduous, fascinating, compelling and hypnotic. Very hypnotic because the evergreen alert Arianna Charlotte Reynolds didn't pay heed to him coming into my personal bubble.

A nasty scar ran across his left cheek, from his temple down to his jaw, giving him a menacing appearance. But it was his eyes that made my breath catch. Icy blue, cold, calculating, piercing, and intensely focused---they were looking directly at me. A shiver ran down my spine as our gazes locked. There was something in the way he looked at me. He didn’t look at me with curiosity or interest, but with a piercing intensity that made me feel like he could see right through me, like he was examining every part of my soul. Recognition hit me, and I furrowed my eyebrows. This feeling was familiar.

My eyes went wide as my driver’s blood splattered all over my face. And with speed, I leaned sideways, my right hand shooting forward to grab the steering wheel as hard as I could whilst my left hand held up my gun. I became a mess, stuck between keeping my eyes on the road, and keeping my eyes on the masked shooter pointing his gun at me. His helmet had completely shielded his face, but at the moment when his eyes moved, the blueness of the orbs pulled me into a trance. ‘Don’t do anything stupid.’ Ghost’s words repeated in my head.

I refused to break eye contact as I pulled my club from my bag. It was studying me with pale, clouded-over green eyes before its attention jerked to the left again... mine momentarily shooting up the hill to where we rolled from. The zombie and I made eye contact again as it jerked and snapped at me like a cornered dog, mangled and destroyed...

His gaze is fixed on the table. Grinding my teeth, I lean forward. “We need to discuss this. If you can’t look at me long enough to do it, then you may as well let your father handle it.” My words are cold, and Ghost finally looks up. His glare is sharp and distant, and it unsettles me in a way I wasn’t prepared for. It’s the same look he uses on people he despises—on his father, on enemies. It’s a stark reminder of how much things have changed between us. The chill in his gaze makes me falter, but only for a moment. I force myself to focus and push forward, determined to get this over with.

] [Host detected in gambling den, Eyes of Insight activated] Eye of Insight: the host can see the inside of materials like stones. Yes. Talk about great timing. Mike would be boiling on the inside already due to our first failure. I needed to go give him some consolation and hope. “Zella? What are you doing here?”

She gestured to my Rolls-Royce. I stepped to the car and took a look at my reflection in one of the mirrors. I couldn't believe it, my eyes were two balls of glowing light. The light was green like my eyes. Bright and beautiful. It must be because of the energy in my head. Gidian agreed. So that's why she's afraid. I brought my attention back to her. "Let her go and I'll tell you anything you want."

Grey eyes found mine. Giovanni.