Ghost Rider Look Into My Eyes Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

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."

The search moved from the hospitals to the streets. The Ghost was no longer just watching; he was coming. And I wouldn't stop until I saw my own blue eyes reflecting back at me in the arms of the woman who thought she could kill a Navarro.

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.

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 am too happy to care about much other than the boy whose kiss still lingers on my lips. But his broken nose could not go unseen. Both of his eyes are purple which make the blues of his irises look deadly as they catch sight of me. I know I should feel somewhat guilty for pretty much assaulting him but I can't find it in me to do so. "Let's get out of here," I suggest, still holding eye contact with Danny. He stops and watches me, his clasp tightening on his helmet as I dare to not look away. I slip on my sunglasses, making Nate and myself sure look like a duo and pull out of the parking lot leaving that mess behind.

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.