Prolonged Eye Contact Novels & Stories

I lifted my eyes and met his. The contact was immediate and uncomfortably direct. Cole Rankin’s gaze did not flicker. He held mine with the same focused intensity he had given every movement of the dance, as if he were still reading information from the way I stood, the residual tension in my shoulders, the exact cadence of my breathing. Seconds stretched. I refused to be the one who looked away first. Something stubborn and professional locked my chin in place even as my pulse continued its uneven rhythm.

“I know. I just want to get a book to read. Are we supposed to lie down and stare at each other until you’re done?” “That's a good idea. There’s a study that says that people who make eye contact for more than a minute can excite feelings in each other. Think about this for a second. Have you ever properly looked into my eyes? Maybe that’s why you never feel anything for me? Come, let’s give it a try.” “I’m not doing it.” Danielle said with a grin, “What kind of study is that? You would read anything you could get your hands on, wouldn’t you?”

I said. “That was level one,” she said. “Next time, you’ll hold a stranger’s eyes for three seconds while you thank them. Then five. Then seven.” “That sounds illegal,” I said. She laughed. “Trust me. Eye contact can break people more than anything else.” I glanced at her. “Is that how you get in trouble?” She smirked. “Sometimes.” I looked back at the road. For a moment, I wondered how many people had fallen for Zuki’s eyes.

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...

asked Erito suddenly with his gazing eyesight. Lumax Lianto turned to Erito with his sad and gloomy eyesight. Pierre Zhaopardy and Rendy Pluto stared at each other again with their meaningful eyesight. By solely staring at each other, they could already know what was thought by the other. “We’ve also ever discussed about that topic, Erito. It’s become our pact right now…” said Pierre Zhaopardy with his stable and steady feeling. “What pact is that?” asked Erito curiously, frowning his forehead.

But at the same time, he made sure to be gentle with her and always paid attention to the shift in her emotions. Both of them didn't close their eyes. They kept maintaining eye contact the whole time. It turned out that people weren't able to see their reflections in the eyes of others when they were extremely close to each other. Hannah didn't know what lurked in her own eyes, but she could see unlimited love as well as a sea of desire which he kept at bay with all of his willpower in Darren's eyes. The kiss lasted for quite some time. By the time the couple was done, Hannah could feel Darren's tense body. His heavy breathing echoed in her ears as well.

Her words calmed me a little, but the knot in my stomach was still there. “Second tip,” she continued, leaning closer. “ Make eye contact, It’s powerful. Don’t be scared to look at them dead in the eye. Men like them are used to people looking away, treating them like they are untouchable. You hold their gaze, and you will have them in your hands.” I swallowed, nodding. “Okay.” “Third,” she said, lowering her voice. “Take your time. Don’t rush your moves. Slow is confident. If you look like you are in control, they will feel like you’re in control too.”

But something in her chest did something she didn’t appreciate, some small involuntary contraction, like a flinch that never quite made it to the surface. The eye contact lasted four seconds. Maybe five. Then he turned back to the group surrounding him, said something that made the circle laugh, and Liora exhaled slowly through her nose and reminded herself why she was here. She shifted her tray and kept moving. But she could feel where his gaze had been on her like a heat she hadn’t shaken yet.

Adira started taking her steps back when she found him coming towards her. "Dylan." Adira slowly called his name while moving backwards. But he didn't say any words to her and kept walking to her. In some seconds, Adira's back bumped into the wall and Dylan was standing in front of her. Both were looking in each other's eyes without blinking. Their eye contact was so deep that they didn't realise that they are standing there in that same posture from five minutes. Dylan took one more step closer to Adira while keeping the eye contact with her in the same way.

"You'll do as I say, Lia. Avoid any eye contact with any of the men in the supplement department, do you understand?" "But — " "No buts. Come on." Smirking, I let him drag me out of the deserted marble desert floor and down a spacious hallway with navy-blue walls. At the end of it, there's a reception desk, a fleetingly, brightly-lit office beyond, packed full of analysts and traders, all paying keen attention to their computers. "Why can't I make eye contact?" I yelp when he suddenly whirls around, pressing me up against the wall and pinning me down with a ferocious, lust-filled gaze. "Because you look like you desperately want to be fucked. Any man you look at automatically takes it as an