Your Eyes Staring Back At Me Novels & Stories

When her eyes met mine again, a single teardrop slid down her cheek. ”- he’s dying,” those words would become the words that sent me over the edge. I looked around the room, everyone's eyes widened a fraction, when I saw my reflection in the mirror, I understood why. My eyes were glowing, a golden shine with silver orbs were staring back at me- it was new. My eyes found Malia, she was standing behind Amber with a hand on her back. When she saw me, Malia removed her hand, she gulped slightly but remained eye contact.

To see me. The intense red eyes of my evil self glanced at me, and my heart seized for a minute. I was standing behind, watching them both in my front as they shared a happy reunion. His face was facing me, while my Rainha turned her back at me. His gaze rose up and ominous looking eyes fixed at mine. I thought I'd lost it when I saw him starting to smile. It was a strange feeling, watching yourself smile to you, while you somehow managed a straight face.

he said while gazing me, I tried to meet his eyes but his look was too intense so I end up looking down I was eyeing down but I could feel his gaze but with more passion now, I eyed up and saw him exactly gazing at me, “Don’t stare me like this” I said while flushing, “I can’t stop staring at you, you’re giving me tough time to look away,” he mumbled and I gulped,

I have a high definition memory of exactly what that looks like and my brain is helpfully supplying it in real time. I look away immediately. Back to my phone. Pretend to scroll. Feel my face get hot. Two minutes later I look again. I can’t help it. My eyes move there like they’ve been magnetized and I stare for probably three full seconds before I catch myself and drag my gaze back to my screen. Edmund says nothing.

Her eyes stared into the camera, almost challenging me to come closer. I didn’t blink. I just whispered to her image: “I’m coming.”

He asked. I turned my back toward him and said, " Can you please fasten these fasteners?? " I looked at him through the mirror and he was looking at my back as If I had asked him to defuse a live bomb. He kept staring at my back.

His piercing green eyes were staring at me. I frowned, a shiver running down my spine.

Also , I am quite mysterious and Ive heard that the more mysterious a female is – the more interested the guys are. I can see the guys through the mirrors , I can see them giving me the fuck me eyes. Completely ignoring them , I do my set. I look into the mirror as I force myself to push harder , to get in my last rep. When I completed that exercise , I rest my elbows on my knees which I then hold my chin with cupped hands. I can still feels the eyes , however this feeling – the person whose eyes are on me feels different. I first look to the right and find no one. I then turn to the left , and almost instantly again our eyes make contact. For me , I feel like it lasted a lifetime but honest

“Because I’m not used to someone staring at me, so if I felt one, I’ll give everything back with the same intensity, like this.” Now I felt his stares on me but I didn’t shift my gaze. I’ve never been this bothered about my appearance, he’s making me uncomfortable. “Stop!” I shot back and look at him, now our eyes met. His pair of red eyes were staring at me. “Don’t worry, you’re the most beautiful immortal I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”He uttered without breaking his stares on me. “D-Don’t stare at me, you said that’s inappropriate right?”

So, I did. With my sleepy eyes, I directly gazed towards the rearview mirror in front. In there, I caught a glimpse of his blue eyes looking back at me. I blinked twice to make sure I wasn't seeing wrong. But when I found his eyes, I abruptly closed my eyes and stop breathing for a second. How many times should our eyes meet?