When A Man Gazes Into Your Eyes Novels & Stories

I feel light touch, I open my eyes, and to my surprise, I see my hands, I start to panic, What's going on? I see someone approaching me, a man with rich grey hair, he stops in front of me and snaps his fingers, my eyes widen "Father?", he smiles at me, my eyes gather tears and I hug him "Oh father, I was so scared, I thought I lost you" tears freely flow down my face, I use my hand to wipe the tears, I wear a bright smile " I can see your face, isn't that great! I don't know what's happening" He touches my face and kisses me on my forehead, suddenly everything becomes blurry "What's this?, why can't I see you anymore?" I stretch my hands "Father!, father!" I cried out "Father!...."

Eva POV Who doesn't need a man who held your hand in public and openly accepts you as his life partner. The man was right in front of me. I could see how the way he looks at me changed. The first day when we met, his eyes were cold, frozen aura and a killer instinct surrounding him. Anyone who would look back in that piercing devilish gaze is ought to die sinking in the ultimate horrors and when I look at those eyes now, I see compassion, a feeling of happiness and a soft hearted person. This made me wanting to laugh at him but I was quite enjoying it.

But in the end, he still wrapped an arm around the drunken Angela and helped her into the car. Amid the rain, the black Maybach slowly disappeared from my line of sight. After it drove off, a familiar voice rang out beside me. "Was it worth it, doing all that for him?" I smiled and said, "There's no such thing as worth it or not. Life is long. If something's bad for you, you just throw it away." "I heard you've got a brand-new original design draft in the making." I turned and met those bright, sparkling eyes. I teased, "Did you plant some kind of surveillance device on me, Mr. Rivers?"

Though he doesn’t say it out loud, he’s sizing Waylen up against the others he has met and I am betting he thinks this is the one for his darling Gabby. Another man enters the room, and he commands my attention. I have no choice but to look up and meet his gaze. At that moment, everything shifts. The air thickens, crackling with something I can’t even begin to name. My gaze continues to lift without permission, locking on to him. Tall. Stronger than any man here. Dark brown hair, sun-kissed skin, and eyes — oh, his eyes. Ice blue and they pierce through me, unraveling something inside of me that I didn’t even know existed until now.

intoxicating. I glance up, locking eyes with him, and his hazel gaze pierces through me with such intensity that I feel that familiar zap in my stomach. We’re both frozen, staring at each other, his hand still firmly on my shoulder. Without thinking, I reach up and grasp his hand, letting my fingers gently toy with his. His eyes flick down to where my hand touches his, and I see his pupils dilate slightly. His lips part ever so slightly as he inhales deeply, and damn, his mouth... I really want to kiss him.

he just stood there stiff and didn't dare step any closer to me "Hmmm, if you don't tell me who you are, where is Nessa? Or stefen? My body still feels weak if I have to walk out there looking for them," I said. The man looked at me and firmly said sorry to me. I was stunned when our eyes met each other. I don't understand what feeling this is, but I am very familiar with this gaze. Especially the iris of the man I know very well. The man's iris is blue.

Goosebumps spread across my skin as I remember the predatory look on their wolfish eyes. Xavier, with silver eyes had turned full pitch-black, I remember clearly. Leon, with his piercing blue eyes that stared into my depths, exploring every inch of me as he raked my body without a single touch. And finally, the most domineering entity of all. The unnamed man who appeared without even me noticing. It was like he’d never been there at all. And yet, when I lock my gaze into his eyes, he did something to my body. Wild, unstoppable energy as strong as electricity traveled deep into my core. His dark gaze alone, those bloody red eyes were almost animalistic, to some extent. It felt surreal, almost

I snarl, I want to go back, I want to go back now. “It’s okay, Little River, I’m here.” That voice again. I turn to it. I blink at the person I’m seeing. When people see someone for the first time, they usually see their face, or their body, or even their hair, but as I look at this man, I see familiarity. Like I know him, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him, but it’s like I know him, I know him so well. He is watching me watch him, and I look into his eyes. He has black eyes, but he has a ring of fire around his iris. His eyes are dark, sharp and intense with a focused gaze that gives him a commanding presence. His eyes are well defined with thick, dark eyebrows.

My eyes darted, catching a glimpse of the man's blue eyes exploring my face as if he could see right through me. “Do not believe him!” Ethan lashed, turning swiftly to face me. With his chest swelling and deflating in rage, he remained on the spot, our eyes locking. “Do not believe him.” He repeated, shaking his head before turning and striding towards the door. The other man remained immobile for a while, and although I wasn't looking directly at him, I could feel his hot gaze on me, scorching my confidence. “Are you okay?” He asked.

They say you can tell what someone is thinking by looking in their eyes. What does it mean when someone's eyes seem to take you in? They look you over up to down then, their pupils dilate and get darker. I watched Luka watch me. I hate him but I can't stop myself from watching him watch me. It was a new discovery. I must have been carried away because he was speaking to me, "uhm?" "Spin." He commanded again, and whatever misgivings I had earlier, I couldn't remember them right now.