Apple of his eyes Novels & Stories

His sharp brown eyes slowly descended, leaving a scorching path of fire in their wake. "F*uck!" He growled, and a smirk formed on her lips. His gaze returned to her face, and her smirk only amplified his hunger. His hands were on her waist the next thing she knew. He immediately hoisted her up and threw her on the soft bed. Onyx moved closer, her body quivering with anticipation, with a predatorial demeanour. As he hovered over her, Ophelia held her breath. He placed his hand on either side of her head. As he leaned in closer, Ophelia looked up at his darkened eyes and gulped as his hand sinfully traced her jaw. Ophelia's teeth tugged on her lower lip, and his gaze was drawn to her bottom li

He adds “I’m a virgin” my word vomit spews. I have no bloody idea why that’s relevant to helping him refocus. And honestly if I could kick my own arse, right now, I would. “That isn’t a redirection or refocus Eve,” he says, his voice harsh and his eyes ... His eyes make me step forward to him. One Amber eye and one black eye. They are extraordinary. “Your eyes, they’re beautiful,” I state, reaching up to touch his face.

’ Words from the crowd circulated the area as Antony approached her, he didn’t care about the words that could be heard amongst the crowd, his eyes were fixated on Crystal as if she’s the only living being that he could see and hear. Disregarding everyone and everything else around, he approached, her, his eyes solely meeting hers. Only today did he realize that her eyes were like beautiful amber orbs, something bright, shimmering, it was intoxicating, he wanted more of it, he wanted to see it in his every waking day.

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.

His eyes are just so pretty and I wonder why I have not paid any attention to them yet this deeply. His eyes are worth it; they are calming. Like those leisure movements of the Ocean's surface as they swing like being at the command of a lullaby. His eyes are deep blue, reminding me of the depth of those oceans where you find nothing but tranquility. You are lost like in a wilderness but I did not the experience would be this seductive and peaceful. Indeed, his eyes are worth it. I do not wish to look away unless he nods to himself and lets go of my cheek. He sits upright, saying, "Now you can sit peacefully."