Novel & Cerita Apple of his eyes

The corners of the overcoat fluttered when he moved his body, moving his head in front of our direction. My heart almost stopped beating when a pair of cold sea-green eyes met with mine through the window glass of our car. “His eyes.” Aurora murmured. Both of us were mesmerized by those eyes. There was a sudden pull in them, but I snapped out of my daze when Adolphus went down and shut the door again. “Damn it. His aura is so domineering. No wonder, he is the dean of alpha’s academy.” Graham muttered and I snapped my head towards him, narrowing my eyes, remembering where I heard this name.

I found myself blushing at his words and couldn't look away even if I wanted to. “I should also thank the stars for giving me a Greek god as a husband but unfortunately he's the Apple of every woman's eyes and it's irritating..” I mumbled with sleepy eyes and I chuckled lightly… “Even though I'm the apple of other women’s eyes. You are the diamond in my eyes and you are the only one I love..” He said with a smile on his face but I was struggling to stay awake so we could keep talking but unfortunately I seemed to underestimate myself when it comes to sleep..

Serena When I opened my eyes, I found him leaning against the sterile white wall by the door. As if sensing me, his gaze met mine. Thankfully, he was in clothes now: a simple white t-shirt and jean pants that strangely fit him perfectly. There was a saying that the eyes were the windows to the soul. Well, I’d made peace for a long time with the fact that my husband had his eyes carved from stone. It was either that, or when you looked deep enough, no matter how hard you tried, there was no soul to see.

"Please don't leave me. Please. I can't... I can't do this without you." His thick, dark eyelashes twitched against his right eye. Then, as though summoning every remaining fragment of strength, he forced his eyes open. The bright, terrifying gold of his Alpha gaze had vanished entirely, replaced by a dull, unfocused amber that struggled to find me. Yet the moment his vision settled on my face, a tiny smile touched his bloodied mouth.

His masculine scent drove me crazy. *Warning mature content * His gaze moved down from my eyes to my lips, "Nowadays; I'm a huge fan of almond, apple and strawberry. You know, why?" he asked me and there were a few inches between our lips. "Why?" I asked and by now our lips were basically brushing against each other's as the words came out of my mouth. He touched my eyebrows, "Your beautiful almond eyes, bright like diamond sparkle in the sunlight" he said and kissed my eyes.

He could probably lift me as easily as a feather with biceps like those. He said something. “What?” I responded. He peered at me strangely. “Why do your eyes glaze over when you look at me? The apple should sharpen your vision.” “Umm, there's something in my eye...” “Of course there is. Well, I'm taking tea, with or without you. It's a ritual I can't afford to miss. I've interrupted battles before to have a proper Earl Gray. No one dares disturb me. Otherwise, they'd meet a rather unfortunate end...”

It was both intoxicating and degrading, as if my worth was solely measured by how I could captivate their attention. Amidst the sea of faces, my eyes caught sight of a young man dressed in black. His dark hair and piercing brown eyes accentuated his bony yet undeniably handsome face. As he entered the hall, a hush fell over the crowd, and even the high-ranking men of power bowed their heads in acknowledgment.

[Apple] Raising a single eyebrow, a young man with dazzling golden hazel eyes helps me regain my footing. My breath catches, as his warm hands send tingles along my arms. “It's dangerous out here, Miss,” he warns, as he hands me my bag, his face blank and uninterested.“You should watch your step.” “Thank you,” I reply nervously as I lean over to gather my remaining items off the ground. “My name’s Apple,” I start to say as I look up again only to discover that he has vanished, almost as if he was never there.

Violet and Oakley need to be here. “UGH. I know but it doesn’t mean I am happy about it.” I say, looking into his deep brown eyes. It's unfair of the goddess to bless a male with such perfect eyelashes. They are jet black and frame his deep eyes perfectly, splaying out over his undereye when he closes them. Any she-wolf would kill for those lashes. He chuckles deeply, sending tingles straight to my already heated core.

[126. What happened to OakPhet- II] Oak slowly supported his chin on his palm without breaking eye contact with Phet. It's only then, Oak really noticed Phet's attractive doe eyes, his gorgeous light brown eyes holding the magnitude of a black hole inside it, his upper eyelids shaped like a wide stretching curvy hill pointing downward at the outer corner, curling into the most beautiful eye smile ever, his soft brownish black locks falling onto his forehead at the side, partially covering his one eyebrow.