Lifeless Eyes Like A Doll's Eyes Novels & Stories

That was how I felt now; helpless and afraid. * * * * * Life is for the living Death is for the dead Let life be like music And death a note unsaid -Langston Hughes Those familiar eyes stared at me from the ground, as though even in death she was thinking only of me. Those eyes that had seen every birthday, seen every tear I had shed, were vacant of light. My Mom's eyes were locked on me, her life's blood staining her fur. A lifetime without her smile, without her comforting words. That was what suffocated me, what knocked the air from my lungs faster than any rogue ever could.

Ella suddenly spoke in the middle of the silence so Lilibeth immediately looked at her as she closed her eyes and inhaled the air due to annoyance she wiped her face and turned forward again. ----+ Not far away from where they stopped, there were the red eyed deads who were waiting for them to approach and they were more than a hundreds. A kind of red eyed dead which is also called 'sleeping red eyed dead' but its hearing is wide awake, so they can also climb trees and run faster compared to the normal people. They just so happy with the fact that they don't have any babies to cary on. "AHHHHHH"Ella's deafening scream suddenly rang out after she stepped on something in her shoes

Crackers, maybe? Heart pounding, I peeled the velvet back. Underneath: a few chunks of hardtack and half a protein bar. I froze. Stared at the girl on the bed, still playing dead. She was faking. But why? What was she trying to pull? Did Ms. Deinert know? I looked at her perfect, peaceful face—and felt pure horror. She wasn't some helpless victim. She was a monster.

I unlocked the door, kicked it closed with a hip, and dropped the mystery gift on my kitchen table beside a half-eaten sandwich and a week’s worth of wine glasses. Unwrapping it felt ceremonial. The bow slipped free, the lid came off, and nestled in black velvet was a doll. No. Not a doll. A...thing. She was about eighteen inches tall, dressed in a Victorian-style dress with tiny pearl buttons. Porcelain skin, the kind that shimmered faintly when I tilted it under the light. And the eyes— oh god. The eyes. Glass, sure. But too deep and too focused. They were the color of old blood, ringed in hazel. Fixed forward, yet I swore they tracked me. When I tilted the doll slightly, those glossy iris

Damon quizzes “Why not? It was my time to put my stamp on the world beyond my house and I wanted to be notice so for most of the time outside of home I had 2 different coloured eyes! And I thought it looked amazing!” I giggled “Your already have the most beautiful eyes” Damon said as he cupped my face to kiss me “I know it sounds dumb now but back then I thought it was cool, once my family died I couldn’t keep using them, the crying made them hurt my eyes!” My tone went to sadness and my eyes filled with tears Damon hugged me, said I don’t need to feel sadness while he’s around

I sighed. Adrian cocked a brow, "Like literally? The stuffing, the sowing and everything?" "Well, not everything but everything on this rag doll that makes it look creepy... well let me put it like this. What makes it look creepy?" Adrian stared at me weirdly trying to read my thoughts and make sense of where this conversation was going, little did she know thing were going to take a really dark turn. "It has one eye, it's chest is ripped open and its mouth is sewn closed," she replied eyeing me.

Saying that Abhinav walked towards a table and held a jar where two human eyeballs were preserved. Taking that, Abhinav walked towards Shivay and said creepily showing the jar, "These eyeballs belong to Raghav's who claimed to love my doll. He looked at my doll with these eyes. So, I take out his eyes from his sockets when he was alive.!! Hearing Abhinav's words Shivay understood that this psycho is going to do something like that with him. His whole body is now shaking abruptly and he has peed on his pants. Abhinav noticed Shivay's behaviour and gave him a sinister smile. Then he again took another jar in his hand and showed it to shivay.

She hadn't noticed how its stare seemed to follow her. A sudden flicker caught her attention. The doll's eyes glowed a deep, unnatural red, like embers in the dark. Lila's heart skipped, sitting up slowly. 'What the...?' she whispered to herself, rubbing her eyes. But the glow intensified, and the doll's tiny head tilted, as if alive. Impossible. Dolls didn't move. Yet, there it was, sliding off the dresser with a soft clatter, its porcelain limbs unfolding stiffly. Lila froze, her breath catching in her throat. Fear gripped her, but beneath it, a spark of that forbidden curiosity ignited—stories come to life, just like in her books.

One glance was all it took for her blood to turn to ice. Beneath a yellow bulb, a doll floated in midair. Its traditional robe fluttered without a breeze. Thick white makeup caked its face, and the red accents around its eyes and lips gleamed ominously in the dim light. Two black glass eyes held no reflection, radiating a cold that seeped into her bones—as if the doll were staring directly into her. A sharp scream tore from her throat. Terror washed over her in a wave. Her pupils shrank to pinpoints, her face turned chalk-white, and her lips trembled uncontrollably.

The new apartment she bought was ready for people to live in. "I'm Tristan," the man's low voice betrayed no fluctuations in emotion. "I've come to take you mother and child to live somewhere else." Although he spoke normally, his eyes stared up sharply, the black pupils cold without warmth - not like human eyes at all. This feeling was very familiar to Lyra, because her son's eyes occasionally became like this too, his huge dark eyes empty of anything. Like cold, pitch black obsidian. The feeling...was like the eyes of some predatory animal, sending chills down people's spines.