Romans & histoires Ghost Rider Look Into My Eyes

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

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.

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.

He looks crazed, eyes wide and dazed as he looks over me, as if he's confirming details about myself that I don't even know. All of a sudden, he grabs my arm, yanking me toward him before he clasps either sides of my face, forcing me to look into his striking green eyes. My entire vision is suddenly plunged into a thick, grey mist. For a moment, it's just pure, burning pain in my head. He's a Gaze Reader, just like the one Hale and I saw. And there is no fighting back, my entire being now belonging to him and his power. That is, until I'm abruptly pulled from the void, blinking as my vision returns, seeing the stranger has been pulled viciously back by Hale.

Or is she feeling that way because something reminded her of her past? “She may feel that yes. A trigger or something,” Gix agreed and I can't stop thinking about that face. She didn’t even make her usual eye contact with me either. She kept it short and that was surprising to me. Her eyes went cold when she looked for that moment before looking away from me. The eyes I saw so many times. The eyes are telling me, warning me to not mess with her or try something with her. The eyes tell me that she is wild.

Sensing something off I raised my large hands to either side of the Shield and pressed slightly, bringing her spinning session to a stop, I felt her body's energy begin to pulse at odd intervals. As she held her head trying to focus or regain her senses I looked up and saw the small circular entrance where the Green Grass grew only to see it set aflame and red fire raged as bright as a Super Nova as it changed to white and blue and back again. She finally focused again so I brought my eyes down to her level without blinking. "Pretty." "..." (that's never happened before) "What do you see?" "Abyssal Blue Eyes... Y?.. They're really pretty!"

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.

“Do not look away, baby.” I held his stare through the mirror, shooting him a glare. He gave his shoulders a reluctant shrug. “That’s good, baby. Keep your eyes open." He adulated, two fingers easing into my pussy. I let out a gasp, attempting to throw my head back. I couldn’t. Ghost’s hand was around my neck before I could, his grip tight, holding my head forward. "Keep your fucking eyes open," he groaned. "I want you to see how perfect you are, how perfect you are in my arms."

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...