Ghost Rider Look Into My Eyes Novels & Stories

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.

Immune to the euphoric environment around him. Then all of a sudden a strong gust of wind swishes past them and Zander sees the shawl covering the person's face, flowing with the wind to give a view of the person's eyes. His heart stops in his chest. His body went numb as his dead brown eyes clashed with a familiar grey ones. The person doesn't blink. They don't shy away. Or looked afraid. Rather daringly, they look him in the eyes boldly with cold emotionless eyes. And before he could even realise it. He was walking down the stage. Moving closer to her. With only one name leaving his lips.

She says softly without looking at me. I face Zion once again, forcing him to meet my gaze. He lets out a grunt, tensing beneath my touch, his shoulders heaving as his eyes collide with mine. The blackness in his eyes starts to fade as the amber rings around his pupils glow brilliantly, holding me captive. The intensity of his eyes scorches my skin, cutting through me as sparks fly between us, and I can't bring myself to look away or catch my next breath— let alone blink. Something grips my heart when the color of sapphire blue returns in Zions' eyes .

For a moment, he sighed and then raised the frames of his drooping glasses to the bridge of his droopy nose. “Please come in, Madam. See! It's a miracle. Your husband is awake and able to speak normally." The doctor stepped out after tapping my shoulder a few times. We look. The doctor's height made me have to look up a little to freely see his face. The wind whistled in my ear. I flinched and turned my gaze to the corner of the room. "Jack!" I cried to myself when I found a man with bare chest and piercing eyes standing like a silhouette in the corner of Kevin's treatment room.

I am standing right in front of the glass door now, and that is when someone opens the shutters partially, just enough for me to see the stormy grey eyes looking at me from the other side. I want to run & hide, but the grey globes hold my gaze, making me immobile. I don’t know whether I am there for seconds or minutes. I am terrified, but his gaze also makes me feel dizzy. A soft grunt breaks the spell his eyes have me under, and I take that chance to escape.

But then something hit her in the head, causing her vision to blur and everything to go dark. *** In the darkness, there were whispers. She was in a dark room when a familiar voice entered. "What happened to her?" Leonardo became enraged, and his hands clasped hers. "Angela?" Angela then realized she was in her room. And she needs to open her eyes to see if she's dreaming or not. Then she noticed Leonardo's worried expression as he continued to clutch her hands. His grip was becoming tighter and more painful. "What happened?" Leonardo inquired again.

He started to leave, together with his other brothers but his eyes never left mine. As I looked at him, I can see his crystal eyes and his face clearly with the help of the moonlight. He was so handsome. I felt a different kind of connection as I looked at him beneath the light of the moon. His gaze was like a magnet, as he walked away, I can also feel half of myself walking away from the other half. I can't explain this kind of feeling. What is happening? HECTOR POV

My lashes flutter, vision unfocused, but I tilt my head up just slightly. Blue eyes. Frantic. Angry.. Grayson. My lips part to say something, anything—but the world tips sideways. Then fades to black.

I could look at him for hours as he stands there, his eyes locking with mine. There was no more thick black glasses hiding the fleck of gold that beamed like sunshine when they connected to mine. It didn't matter that I couldn't see them, to really see them, because those amber pools have allowed me to see the actual sun as they pulled me into their orbit time and time again.

The crowd was dense, but I pushed through and made a beeline for the stairs. I drew nearer and the individual glanced up and met my gaze briefly before averting his eyes. I kept back a bit, waiting for them to take the first step. Another buzz. I did not even need to check my phone to know who it was. "Close enough?" I smiled and shoved my hands into my jacket pockets and leaned in somewhat and spoke a bit softer. “You the one texting me?” He didn't say anything at first; he just sort of leaned in and displayed those incredible eyes, and I definitely saw the dark iris in his eye.