Lifeless Eyes Like A Doll's Eyes Novels & Stories

Kael's POV But it’s her eyes that destroy me. Those bright green eyes that once sparkled with life and hope are now glassy and unfocused, the light in them fading like dying embers. One eye is blackened and nearly swollen shut. She is staring at nothing, seeing nothing, and I can feel through our pulsing connection that she’s slipping away from me. In the corner, so still that it makes my chest tighten, lies Luna. Her small, black body is contorted in a horrible way, and I sense immediately that she’s barely clinging to life.

When I go to stand back up to find somewhere to hide, I’m thrown backwards into a tree, hitting my head. I groan and let my vision come to focus. My head begins to throb as I sit up and I notice I am nowhere near the fight. A hooded figure comes to view, I try to stand but stumble from dizziness. The hooded figure gets closer and lets out a horrid screech. I start gasping as a blue wisp starts to come from my parted lips and I feel as if my energy is being drained. Right before darkness consumes me, I see those purple eyes with gold flecks.

Instead, she finds a face that is striking in an entirely different way. Sharp cheekbones, strong jaw, tousled black locks that conceal one eye. But the part in his hair reveals his right eye, and it is this sight, the eye that they said would be like looking into death itself, those same eyes that had prompted Alcina’s gasp most of all. His eyes are unfathomably dark, indeed - like an endless, black pit, glittering not with mirth or joy but power. His features, hacked into marble, devoid entirely of any imperfections or even creases - as if he has lived his entire life, without once expressing a single expression on that impassive face. As if he has lived his entire life, without having onc

A long needle was cruelly inserted inside her cheek, her bloodied tongue lying lifelessly on the floor. The light faded from her eyes, and with a final, shuddering breath, she died, brutally. He found the sight arousing. "I want another doll to play with," he thought, a twisted anticipation curling within him. "Soft skin, brown eyes, fragile and cute," he murmured, sighing as he unbuckled his pants and hovered above her lifeless body. His mind was already racing ahead, thinking about the next victim. This one was done, and he needed more—something softer, more delicate, more easily broken.

She was even more whiter than the last time but there's a faint pink flush on her cheeks indicating that she was fine now. She walk towards them and sat on the single sofa on the side. "Good evening." She simply greeted them and nod. She almost raise her brow. She really felt different. Her eyes, even in the description from the novel, her eyes look like it hid something that the female lead detected it right away. However, her contacted blue eyes look different. Her eyes didn't contain any malice nor any expression. Looking at her steady physique, if she's not breathing and her eyes weren't blinking, anyone would be fool to say that she's a genuine doll.

I wanted him to look at me in awe when his best friend was back safely. The man in front of me cracked his neck at an odd angle. When our eyes locked, I saw no resemblance to the one on my mind. This man’s eyes were cold, so much so that they resembled the lifeless gaze I’ve seen from countless men after I’ve killed them. The only difference between him and the dead was that this one still breathed. This one had the same look they wore when they lay on the floor, face-up, eyes staring but seeing nothing. I felt unease creep up my spine.

Those who do will make an enemy out of the Lamberts! "Do you seriously think Mark can get your cancer treated? Stop being delusional! Mrs. Lambert has already promised me that she'll let your daughter reunite with you in the afterlife once you're dead! "You should thank me, Joanna! If not for me, the Lamberts might have sold your daughter to god knows where a long time ago." I didn't say anything at all. Instead, I tapped on the audio recording button before the phone battery was completely depleted. Huh… I thought Sylvia was pretty smart. It turned out that she was the world's biggest idiot.

"Open your eyes, I want to see in those deep dreamy eyes, my beautiful." Slowly she opened her eyes , they were full of love and want. A soft chuckle left his throat, seeing his shy girl turning into a tigress . Then once again he commanded her to touch herself. She never wanted to leave her grip over her friend yet she tried touching herself rolling on the bed. Seeing her like this he was getting harder, not able to stay apart he quickly grasped her hands and then entered into her slowly and slowly coaxing her. The doors were opened yet too small for a huge entry, beads of sweat were forming on the forehead. He said, " want me to come in", she nodded , he said, " it's going to hurt a bit bu

Emma Ninety-six hours and fifty minutes had passed. Emma was locked up in that same bedroom belonging to her captor. Her eyes were fixed on a certain spot on the white ceiling. They were dull, as if they belonged to a dead person. Dull and lifeless. They shed no more tears; they had dried up, and the traces of them were now parched on her cheeks.

The Jester. I stopped. My breath caught in a throat that had suddenly turned to sandpaper. In the center of the harsh white circle of light, the dolls were changing. Porcelain doesn’t move. Glass eyes do not react. But as the artificial glare of my phone hit their faces, I saw it—a synchronized, oily motion. All their pupils retracted. The black centers of those fixed glass eyes, which should have been nothing more than painted beads or static crystal, shriveled into pinpricks, reacting to the light exactly like a human eye.