Look Into My Eyes Ghost Rider Novels & Stories

Its eyes burned crimson, not reflecting light or catching the glow of anything, but burning like coals pulled fresh from a forge, like fresh blood under sunlight. Those eyes found mine and time stopped. The rogues disappeared. The cliff, the river, the moon, all of it faded. Because those eyes didn't just look at me, they saw me. Not the servant girl who scrubbed floors. Not the burden who killed her mother. Not the merchandise William sold. They saw through the dirt and blood and torn dress, through the fear, through the walls I'd built brick by brick to survive. They saw straight down to whatever was left of my soul.

Ghost said simply. ________________ The two of them ended up outside, the night cool and still. The row of Harleys glimmered under the pale light, silent sentinels. Ghost lit a cigarette, the flare briefly illuminating the scars across his face. He studied Rhett for a long time before speaking. “You killed him.” Rhett stiffened. “You don’t know that.” Ghost’s gaze never wavered. “I don’t have to. I see it in your eyes. Once you’ve taken a life, you don’t hide it from someone who’s done the same. It leaves a mark, boy. Not on your skin. On your soul.”

I smile down at him but it disappears with the realization that he can't see it. "Y-yeah, maybe." But a slight smile graces Nathaniel's lips. He tilts his face up to where mine is, but just a little off-center. When he does this I nearly drop my books. His face is thin but his jaw is squared. The glasses he wore are in fact not sunglasses, but framed glasses whose lenses adjust to the lighting. And right now, they are clear and show off golden brown eyes. His eyes look different though, as if a lunar eclipse overlapped the sun, haunted, as in ghostly around the pupils.

‘Oh, no what is she doing here, “I am sorry ma’am I haven’t finished my chores yet, thank you for the invite though,’’ as she hid her face from her “Please, turn around, why are you avoiding eye contact with me,” Mercy spoke with conviction. She stirred closer to see why she didn’t want to face her, slowly Amanda turned and saw her eyes covered, “Are you sick?” She asked with a concern, Barack gazed at the window impatiently, he moved in circles it was draining to watch him being restless. ‘’No, I am just avoiding hankering your clothes, it’s a sin to covert and I don’t want to.” She spoke with a shaky voice

"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

As Nora recalled this, her attention was drawn back to the present moment when Patrick and his partner rose from their table, engaging in conversation with the waiter. Nora's eyes followed them, and as they moved, her gaze shifted towards the private area where Greg had been taken earlier. And then, her breath caught in her throat. Her eyes widened as she realized who Patience was accompanied by. It was a sight that seemed straight out of a twisted drama.

I refused to break eye contact as I pulled my club from my bag. It was studying me with pale, clouded-over green eyes before its attention jerked to the left again... mine momentarily shooting up the hill to where we rolled from. The zombie and I made eye contact again as it jerked and snapped at me like a cornered dog, mangled and destroyed...

He growls and removes his hand that was around my throat. I don't know why but I did what he told me to do and got on my knees. He walked like a predator until he stood in front of me. “I'm not a fan of redheads but there's no way I'm letting Ghost have you,” I slowly brought my head up until our eyes met and my eyes widened when I gazed into his red eyes. I closed my eyes to try and calm myself down, reminding myself they are just contacts. I really need to stop reading so many fantasy books they are really getting to my head.

"The Queen has many friends in the studio, my friend. And she has already begun the 'rehearsals' for the final scene. If you want to get inside, you won't do it with a pack of forty bikers. You'll be spotted before you cross the Third Mainland Bridge." "Then how do we get in?" I asked, stepping forward. Kola looked at me, a flicker of recognition crossing his face. "You are the Ghost Rider. The one they say has the 'spirit' of the machine. There is a stunt-call tomorrow for a new high-speed chase sequence. They are looking for riders who can handle the 'prototype.' If you can pass the audition, you get the pass." I looked at Dax, then at the silver key in my pocket. The plan was insane. It w

Just a man. Luca stared at him, eyes widening slowly. “Riven… your eyes.” Riven blinked. The world steadied. “What about them?” “They’re—” Luca swallowed. “They’re normal.” No amber glow. No shadows curling at the edges of his vision. The Ghost was gone. A sound tore through the church then—boots, shouts, weapons being raised. Wolf burst through a side door with three riders behind him, guns sweeping the room. He froze when he saw them.