When You See Me Don't Blink Or Stare Novels & Stories

, She asked. "I can stare at you for a long time without blinking." "A staring contest? Really?" "Yes. Should we try?", He asked. "Yes", she said and sat right so she was facing him. They looked into each other's eyes and no one was blinking. "You're gonna blink", she said. "No, I'm not. You will." "No, I won't. You will be the one blinking." "I told you you can't win this. I will be the winner." "Are you certain?", She asked

She means something to me, and that won't change, mate or not. I take a deep calming breath as I step up on the stage and begin to make eye contact with each female. My eyes instantly get dry and start watering, but I press through. I want to blink so bad, but I feel like if I do, I might miss her eyes. The special eyes that are supposed to make my heart stop. After about thirty seconds, I finally blink, and when I do, I open my eye to see Jasmine's. I almost sneer before looking away as quickly as possible.

What’s this thing you’re trying not to do? Don’t say it’s nothing. There’s someone else you’re trying not to be, right there behind your eyes. I see it. Look at me. Please.

" I try to concentrate and see a Blaze figure in my head. I try to find out what Blaze sees right now...where his whereabouts...and what is how condition. I closed my eyes and concentrate harder...what I See .. is the same as what Blaze see .... And Blaze is seeing.. 'What the F.....!'

I remain quiet, we stare at each other and it then becomes a staring competition, the person to blink first loses, am good at this, no one has ever beaten me to it before "If you lose, you tell me whatever I wish to know" He smiled "Deal" and then it started. I watched him lick his lips, those eyes looking down my body. In a normal situation, I would blink thrice to take in what was happening but right now I refuse to lose. I watch his eyes move to my thighs, he has forgotten what is happening so in the process of me widening my legs slowly, he blinks out of surprise, robbing his eyes and trying to look again but my legs are closed shut, and when he realized that, he frowned.

I blinked hard. This time, I stared. And I wasn’t blinking; I didn’t see myself blinking in the reflection. I saw her.

“Dоn’t touch mе!” I hear a murmur оf chatter frоm the ѕіdеwаlk. Pеорlе аrе watching uѕ аrguе. She either dоеѕn’t see them оr ѕhе dоеѕn’t саrе, bесаuѕе her gаzе locks оntо mine fiercely.

Noah didn’t blink, just stared me down like he was looking for cracks. What the hell did I just get myself into?

My mouth almost fell open, and I had to snap it shut because I refused to look unhinged. And no, I did not mean to stare. But God built this man with intention. His chest? His shoulders? Those lines that appear only on people who do pushups like the floor insulted their parents? I was finished. I didn’t blink. I didn’t move. I just stared like a thief caught with a stolen fridge. Of course he noticed. He turned slowly, raising an eyebrow. “Why are you looking at me like that?” I blinked twenty times in one second. “I’m not looking at you like anything.”

she says, staring at me without blinking, eyes wide. I’m sure I look stupid right now.