Makima Stare Novels & Stories

[Have you seen a Leica before? "Yup. In your book last night." Dorin replied absent-mindedly. "Look, that one's a Spotmatic, and there's a Bronica and a Mamiya too!" he looked at Seb, "You think they would let me look at their cameras?" he asked. [Go ahead and ask them.] wrote Seb. He watched as Dorin did as he told him. Some of the students smiled at him - Dorin's grin really is contagious, a girl even took his photo, to Dorin's delight.

Those eyes were sharp, like an apex predator locking onto its prey. Ten seconds in. Bima tried to remain calm, to keep his mask perfectly intact, but his heart began to race wildly against his ribs. He could see every minor detail on Arka's face: the small scar near his eyebrow, the thick black lashes, and the thin, tightly pressed lips. Arka didn't budge. He didn't blink at all. The gaze was so heavy, so deeply penetrating, that Bima felt as if Arka were systematically dissecting every single secret hidden inside his head—including the black steel box buried in his packing bag.

Amaika just had to wait out Marvis’s heat. “You’re so undignified,” Amaika commented, completely annoyed. Marvis was hardly in his right mind but it was the last day of his head. Amaika watched from above in his bird form, also looking out for threats. He made sure to choose a part of the forest that had predators humans would avoid.

He comes flying through the door, closes it softly and we start to read. ‘A Ma Vista also known in English as “with sight” is a creatures of the light. Created by a wizard four thousand years ago. They were created for the purpose of destroying all monsters and let the earth live in peace. A Ma Vista is immortal. The only things that can kill them are monsters. When a Ma Vista is born it has nightmares for a year, when the nightmares are over the day after a monster will kill their family. The monster is usually told to do so by their master.

His steps were slightly unsteady, and his sharp eyes appeared dim and exhausted. “Call Doctor Yanuar immediately,” Maverick said hoarsely to the head servant greeting him. His voice sounded nearly gone. He did not even stop to remove his own suit jacket. As Maverick stepped into the main hall, he suddenly halted. His sharp instincts seemed to sense a pair of eyes watching him. He turned toward the window and found Amora still standing stiffly behind the curtain. Their eyes met for several seconds. Maverick merely stared at her with a flat, weary gaze—a look completely foreign to Amora, who was used to seeing cruelty flashing inside his eyes. Without saying a single word or shouting at her li

Raghuveer muttered, trying to push them aside. "Sure," Miral replied and looked at Manik, "come with me." After that, both Miral and Manik left from there. After chatting for a while in the crowded party, both of them made their way toward the terrace. Miral comfortably sat over the water tank and looked towards the sky. "You love stargazing?" Manik asked. "Yeah. I do. Stars inspire me so much. Like they're countless, but they rule their own worlds," she responded with a smile.

Despite her desire to step back and turn her back on the man, his eyes were fixed on her and he was staring deeply into her. "Are you okay, Ameira?" Joseph asked when he noticed that the girl was stunned. Ameira was taken aback and nodded out herself. "Hello," Marvin greeted, Mark and Joseph followed to greet Samara. "Hi, Ate Samara." He waved at the girl. "Oh, hi, hello! Let me guess, you're here to get your TF, right?" Samara asked them winking her eyebrows. All of them nodded and shyly giggled.

I was going crazy. Mark was driving me crazy. During the days of filming in his brother's vineyard, Mark had made me son paranoid till the point of shaking attacks. I couldn't take two steps without seeing him, I couldn't talk to someone of the opposite sex because he would show up right away, when I looked out of my trailer window, obviously, he was there, when I opened the door, I was always a daisy in the ground, if it was sunny, he would appear out of nowhere with an umbrella, I would turn around and he’d be there, and he would always “accidentally” brush me with any part of his body when he innocently approached me to ask something

Rumors of wars had kept some brave men watching their families and village, but more dreadfully was the wicked spirits that patrol these woods, spirits that were known to drive men and women into eternal madness. “Torch,” Uche said and the amber glow flared into life even before Ejima could understand what he had said. “Don’t touch anything.” He gave Ejima an abhorrent look as if saying that the last words were made specifically for her. “How much further?” Amaka asked. “Just follow behind, the Ijele should be somewhere here, waiting for me.” “For you—” Amaka wanted to ask but he cut in immediately. “My bad. For us. It is waiting for us.” Again, he cut a sharp look at Ejima before turning to

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,