The Light Skin Stare Novelas e Histórias

He nodded “I would like that,” he said his gaze once again holding hers, Layana glanced away feeling rather uncomfortable, the way he looked at her was not like the men whose gazes were filled with lust, but there was something there that made her feel uneasy. “I do apologise for my staring I was simply wondering about your unique eyeshade; I understand there are eyes that hold more than one colour, but for the iris to be almost split in half in two shades is… almost completely unheard off,” he said

They call us out. The souls’ reflections are just hovering in the mirror. Their skin is as pale as snow. Their eyes have no irises and quite have a darkened under eye, too. The two women’s hair is on their sides unkept like a wave of the ocean while the man is cut clean. The women are wearing white dresses while the man is in a white polo and black pants. They all look decent except for the blood from their heads down to their bodies and stains on their clothes. They then smile, creepily. What kind of joke is this?

" The person held an emotionless, blank and dark stare with me under his black fitted hat and his baby smooth skin that glistened under the light. His eyes a soft emerald green, like fireflies flickering as it searched my eyes intensely. My, what a dark aura!

A sudden smirk grew on his face I couldn't help but roll my eyes, "Oh come on, I wasn't, why would I even stare at you." "Oh please, don’t say and just admit that you were indeed staring at me. I mean it's not that big of a deal. Just say it," He insisted as if saying it will make him feel better. "Just look me in the eyes and say ‘Aaron, I was staring at you because you're good-looking.' There is no big deal in that"

Shock… and something like grief. Celeste swallowed, nervously tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She wasn’t used to being looked at like this. In Blood Moon Pack, stares always came with judgment or disgust—barren Luna, useless, witch girl. This stare was different. It felt like someone searching for a ghost.

If this is my end I didn't want to awe the pained look on their faces. But one thing changes my mind when I thought about it. Not that I am going to now look at their faces, No, I wasn't going to still do that but I have one person I have to stare at. I have just had to give this person one last evil stare if that is all I can do before my end. I targeted and turned up my gaze towards Grayson and Tristan. I made sure my stare meant what it was intended for to them before I drop down my face…

Everyone in the room slightly lowers their gaze. I snap my head backwards, my breath catching in my throat for a split second. White orbs The first has hair as white as frost-lit bones, and chunky braids fall loosely down her back. Her skin is as dark as the deepest midnight, flawless and unmarked. When she lifts her head, her eyes begin to move— White, blue-white, silver— Swirling endlessly, like stars caught in water. No freaking way, with the way they acted, people respected them, I just watched with my mouth wide open. The second walks beside her, identical in form but opposite in presence.

I stare right back, unblinking, until her eyes dart toward the floor and she turns her shoulder to me, as though shielding herself. A few others mimic the same reaction. The sight of me, a rogue in a place like this, appears to disturb their delicate sensibilities. Judging by their faces, I might as well have walked in dripping blood or trailing chains. But I refuse to shrink. I meet their stares with all the fury I keep buried under my skin. Let them look. Let them feel uncomfortable. Dante finally breaks the silence, his voice light with sarcasm. “You’re really making a smooth impression.”

She was no match for the older werewolf’s strength who was now just defending himself, without attacking her. The struggle between the two gave Skin enough time to get back on his feet. He was now ready for a fresh attack. He placed himself in front of the already enraged werepanther who had now managed to get away from Roxy’s grip. Skin held his right hand up and beckoned deep purple rays of light. He threw the blinding rays of light at the warepanther, in an attempt to immobilize him.

They’re standing in the furthest row, still as a statue, unaffected by the rest of the crowd. I know without a fucking doubt who that was. We stare at each other for what seems like hours on end. The weight of their stare is very familiar, and it only makes my blood boil even more. The adrenaline starts to drain from my body, and the fight finally takes its toll on me. The last thing on my mind before i pass out is one clear thought. Whoever touched the lights, I’m going to kill them next.