When A Man Gazes Into Your Eyes Novels & Stories

I… I want him… Inside me. I look back at his face, and my eyes widen when I see that he’s been watching me. His stern, green eyes lock onto mine, and I forget how to breathe. His gaze is ever smoldering, and usually I would look away. But I don’t want to today.

Without words, without actions, but with one look alone. “This is bullshit!” Rocco seethes under his breath, yanking his arm free and stepping backward into the wall of towering, silent onlookers. My eyes scan them all once again. Only mere moments ago, the competing auras of the men in this room seemed so powerful, but compared with his, the man with the honey-colored eyes, they now pale into insignificance. Standing before him, I feel his power slip under my skin, rushing through me without my consent. I have his undivided attention, yet still, he says nothing. Not a word before his invasive gaze travels over me, leaving a burning trail in its wake. My heart pounds hard in my chest. My bre

I never stared at him this long and intently. "Can... can you really do that, Dad?" I asked without blinking. I want to witness how would he would react to my words. The look on his eyes, my heart skips a beat. His handsome face is really astonishing to watch. I can't believe that a man like him could exist. But there's something on his eyes that could always made me wonder. There's pain, anger, sadness and suffering lingered to them. It's not really easy to see just by watching at it in just a few seconds. You should made an eye contact that will last more than a minute to witness those foreign expression staying inside him.

His eyes moved from face to face, methodical and unhurried. When his eyes reached her, they stopped. Most people moved on quickly when they made accidental eye contact with her. She had a way of looking back that offered nothing, and people generally found nothing uncomfortable and looked away. This man did not look away. He held her gaze for several seconds with the same steady attention he had given everything else, as if she were simply one more piece of information he was gathering.

Third row, middle table, he is looking at me intensely and I can’t help the shiver that runs down my spine when our eyes lock. I hold eye contact for a few seconds before going back to finishing my speech then stepped down. I can’t help but find him with my eyes when I descent the stage and I find him already looking at me. I break eye contact and walked to my table taking a seat. “That was a brilliant speech Miss Black and congratulations on your business.” A lady next to me says. “Thank you.” I turned my head again looking for those icy blue eyes that I can still feel on me and indeed. They will be looking straight at me making me feel strange, not in a bad way but in a way that I haven’t

A genuine smile plays on my lips as I walk down the church aisle and face Edward, hoping his eyes will smile back at me. Finally, as I reach the altar, my gaze meets Edward's firmly, and my smile fades as I notice the expression on his face. His eyes, once filled with promises, now display a hardness that makes me hesitate. He watches me intensely, his gaze penetrating the depths of my soul. The familiarity of his features contrasts with the emotional distance he seems to create at this moment.

He reaches out and clasps my face in his calloused hands, gently but firmly, tilting my chin until I’m looking directly into his eyes. Into his grief. Into mine. His gaze lingers on my purple eyes like they hurt to look at. I almost turn away—but his grip keeps me still.

As the car slowly pulls away from the hotel, he turns his body slightly towards me, and his eyes—oh God, he has the most beautiful eyes—directly gaze at me with a gentle look that makes me feel like I'm indulging in the most delicious ice cream. Throughout the journey, I chose to remain silent, filled with fear. The man beside me feels unsettling. He gazes at me, and his body movements seem like he wants to engulf me. It makes me uncomfortable. For a brief moment, just a moment, a sense of regret flashes through me for agreeing to Catalina's request. This task is not easy, and it will be strange and uncomfortable. I even have to mentally prepare myself to ensure that I can endure this day. "

On her left side, a man in a beige jacket and round cap was found in the middle of the busy crowd, who was doing nothing but standing and stared right into Georgia’s soul. Georgia returned the intent gazes of the man, and also stared at him the way he stared at her. She was just eventually alarmed when the man finally moved–he was walking toward her direction with his eyes never leaving her. He didn’t mind the crowd, nor the people he bumped into. He was just looking at Georgia alone until he’s three meters away from her. The face had become clear on Georgia’s eyes. She saw an old man under that round cap, his face was wrinkly with the face of a very strict person. Neither did she break her

Then after a moment, I was stunned when the man spoke again. He went straight towards then he gave me a looked that I could not comprehend, I saw the worriedness, but still--- there was something in the way he looked at me. I gulped when I met his gaze and looked like I got mesmerized by this man's beautiful face. His eyes are like the blasting fire that is fiery orange and hot. It made me even more speechless.