The Gaze 소설 & 이야기

His eyes move from my bare feet crossed in front of me dragging up the length of my legs to the top of my thighs where the lacy hem of my silky robe ended, it was a short thing. I felt his gaze like a lick of fire upon the thin line of skin bared by my partly opened robe, the sash knotted once at my waist, I didn’t see the need to secure it tightly for I didn’t plan on having it on for long. Up my belly and the valley of my breast, his gaze followed a path along the length of my neck, to my lips before settling on my eyes, his pupils blown to hell. My nerves almost left me at the intensity of his gaze.

But deadly. "Stop staring him down like that Jas," my brother teased, making my cheeks redden. "Give me a break, dude. Have you done anything besides stare at everything with curves and a heartbeat?” “Touche." I glanced back at him to find his eyes... on me. My breath caught in my throat. I stared into his eyes; his expression was blank, devoid of all emotions. My heart rate quickened as his eyes left mine, slowly sweeping down my form, taking his time. My skin tingled everywhere his gaze swept by . It was like my body could feel his gaze , lightening up my body. His gaze lingered on my exposed breast before sweeping up to my neck that was currently flushed, no doubt he could hear my quicken

That was not all, he must continue to look at me without averting his gaze for five minutes—no pause, no distraction, not even for a second. His eyes are still fixed on my face, studying my features intently, but after a few seconds, his gaze gradually shifts downward. It lingers on my neck, tracing the delicate curve, then moves further down to my chest. He pauses there briefly, his eyes lingering on the subtle rise and fall of my breaths before traveling to my belly button. I remain entirely exposed, feeling a heightened sense of vitality coursing through my body as his heated gaze makes every nerve within me feel more alive than ever.

He looked up when I came in. The eyes moved from my face. One second. Less than one — a fraction of a second, a reflex, the involuntary trajectory of a gaze that traveled from my face and went briefly, completely without permission from any decision-making part of him, downward. The loose shirt, the shorts, the legs I hadn't thought about when I'd pulled the shorts on because it was Sunday morning and no one was supposed to be awake. The gaze came back up. All of this happened in less than a second. I registered it in approximately double that time, which meant there was a fraction of a moment — brief, specific, unmistakable — in which I had observed the obser

Not missing a single expression on her face. Not missing the way her shoulders stiffened. Not missing the way her lips trembled. Not missing the pain in her eyes. The gaze was intense. Cold. Possessive. And dangerous.

I didn't dare to look up. I could smell his cologne from my position. Even without looking up, I could feel his burning gaze on my back, paralyzing me. I kept my gaze down the entire time. I saw his long legs that disappeared inside the fluffy tablecloth. Don't look up.....Don't.... Please.... I took a peek from the corner of my eye, only to find his gaze already on me. His turquoise eyes narrowed as he examined me, analyzing each of my steps and moves. His eyes were filled with curiosity before.....were filled with rage.

"Isabella, I'm here. Don't be scared, I'll pull you up." Admitting I was not terrified after such a narrow escape would be a lie. When I saw Matteo, bloodied and battered, and Joseph groaning on the ground, it all clicked. Joseph had wanted me dead. However, Matteo was my savior. His intense gaze held mine, swirling with emotions that I could not quite understand. Matteo's gaze softened as he looked up again, the intensity replaced by a warmth that could only be described as love. "Thank goodness you're safe."

A breathtaking, beautiful gaze. Surely you understand that no matter how cold a person may be, they will melt for the one capable of warming their heart. Even though our male lead was dense beyond belief, he couldn't deny that he was falling for the clear, brown gaze right in front of him. It made him feel bathed in a light that cut right through his inner gloom.

I smirked. Then I started to slice the thin and long sword through the targets, making the cuts I wanted, where I wanted. And when I turned to them, they were still standing there, staring at me with that stupid gaze. "What is it?" "What?" They asked together, making me roll my eyes. "Look, we can hate each other and still have a conversation. So tell me, what is it? Why are you two staring at me as if I was an alien?" After sharing a gaze, they let their shoulders down.

"I'm here." She nodded once. * * * * * The figure stopped moving, just exactly fifty feet from the gate. Everywhere became silent. The Watcher slowly lifted its head, its empty eyes swept over the walls, it looked over the soldiers, over Selene, over Kael then finally its gaze rested directly at Zara just like the figure on the mountain. A cold shiver ran down her spine. It spoke and kept a steady gaze at Zara. "Zara Grey." She froze.