Lifeless Eyes Like A Doll's Eyes Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Sorry mother, I lost the track of time. The garden side gate is closed I'm taking the other door. I'll join you both in just 15 mins for dinner." Anya just cancelled her call when a ball comes to her making her startled and she loses her balance but a strong arm holds her waist and pulls her closer and she immediately inhaled a musk fragrance. Anya puts her both hand on that person's chest to create some distance then looks up and met with a pair of blue-green eyes but this time those eyes were without any ridiculing or mocking. They were looking so pure that she couldn't help but become fascinated and she thinks "His eyes are so beautiful!"

The fear she had been thinking seems like slowly a reality to her. Walking around his unmoving body, she knelt in front of him. Holding his face with her hands, turning it to look at her, and as if life flashes in front of her eyes she watched in horror how his beautiful hazel eyes are all nothing but lifeless orbs. She gasped in horror as she touch his beautiful face, blood splattered on his face, and on his chest was a dagger piercing his heart. Her fingers tried to wipe the dried blood on his face but to no avail, it seemed to have dried for days on his face already. The glimmer in his eyes was no longer there, she could only see how his eyes were nothing but death etched on them. He's d

I can't believe. Tears run down from my eyes at the sight. I stayed petrified at my place for as long as I remember taking in the every bit of it. I saw them crawling on the floor, rushing to the corner and making them look as small as humanly possible. Everyone's eyes were filled with fear...terror.... everyone was shivering in fear except for one...the only one who directly looked in my eyes....lifeless eyes....I would have thought she is dead if she wasn't blinking....

I took a step closer, morbid curiosity driving me to look, even though I wasn't sure I wanted to see anymore. All of them had their eyes wide open, but there was nothing there. There was no glint of life, even though I could see that they all were alive. Their eyes were dead, covered by the sheerest of milky-white membranes. Could they see me? Did they know I was here, staring at them as they lived through their eternal fate?

The kind that says I see you and I am glad and this is everything and I will not make it weird. When she pulls back her eyes are doing something. "Do not," I say. "I am not doing anything," she says. "Your eyes are doing something," I say. "They are fine," she says, blinking rapidly. "Completely fine. Dust." "Hackney dust." "Notorious for it," she says.

She held her doll and stared into space. As though noticing eyes on her, she darted her eyes in my direction. Our eyes met. Her eyes were hollow. Her eyes glinted slightly in recognition.

I tossed my head and turned around but as I did, my eyes froze on something on the wall. The gold-stained mirror showed a reflection of a girl who looked nothing like me. She looked almost dead. Her complexion was pale and dull, no color whatsoever, her eyes were lifeless and big-dark circles had formed around her eyes. Her lips were chapped, her hair had lost all its shine and her collarbones were showing prominently.

Some are even missing an eye, if not their limbs. It creeps her out. She had never been actually into dolls, nor fancy playing with them as she do not like the way they stare. Their gaze felt like they can see through your soul. She do not like that. Lenda do not like being read inside and out. Although it was ironic, thinking that they were just toy...inanimate objects. Had she been brought to an abandon factory? The thought shudders her. “I wonder what could I play her with.” She heard Amy’s voice.

I slowly approached the man to let my hand rest on his skin for just a brief moment. Three more feet left, and it would all be over. His eyes were already dead and every shade the sky possessed from dawn until dusk, in his dead eyes, they were black. His pupils exploded to fill so much of the eyes. I remembered when they probably used to blink, to sit up and laugh and live life normally like humans were supposed to. But that time, he wouldn't. His eyes were just so still.

Her soft and pink lips trembled as tears leaked out of her closed eyes. Her eyelashes were long and made her green eyes look breathtakingly beautiful. Now that her eyes were snapped closed, Andreas had the urge to see them again. Those were definitely the most gorgeous green color he had ever seen. It was weird, how he felt something for this little sacrificial lamb of his. She was just a child and yet she was evoking foreign emotions in him. He had never felt this way, before. As soon as he realized what he was here for, he gritted his teeth and pushed his gun against her set skin, brushing it and almost breaking it. He was quick to snap out of his thoughts.