Apple of his eyes Novels & Stories

"Calm down my lady, I'm no harm. I don't care about your eyes, you're beautiful just the way you are but my lady, your eyes were the most beautiful thing I've ever seen since the day I was born so please don't hide it." Deep inside me, the incongruously bright of the core vision inside my eyes are somewhat trying to say that he's no harm, that my eyes are astonishingly impenetrable. I slowly removed my hands covering my eyes. His uniformly azure eyes glued on my eyes that was burning by desire. We stared at each other until the cold air disturb us and cut off our long stare. I immediately opened the basket and prepared the sandwich I made. "You can eat this, it's good especially with the tas

And why would I want to do that? He is shocked. He is accustomed to people falling in love with him as soon as they see his charisma. His eyes enlarged. I can see tiny striations of moss and fern green spreading out against a golden-brown background up close. Instead of being green, his eyes are hazel. I overlooked that. He displays his palms to me. A move intended to calm me down, yet it has the opposite effect. "I'm not aware of what transpired on the ice back there. I'm not that person. "Really?" I twitch my lips.

Scratching her head she opened her mouth to speak but immediately glared by Reese. While she was still murmuring many things, Armaan didn’t hear them at all. His complete focus was on her, her snow-white skin and sharp clavicle were visible that was too enticing. Her moist pink lips were just like sweet delicious jelly which aroused his desire to hold her tightly and bite them. His Adam's apple rose twice, he wanted to possess her. He can feel the rising temperature in his lower abdomen…damn feeling so uncomfortable.

She remarked, her voice imbued with a forced cheerfulness, "Such a radiant day outside, isn't it, darling?" But young Alfred, despite his tender years, possessed an uncanny ability to discern beneath the surface. His perceptive blue eyes, a mirror to his father’s, scanned his mother's face. "Mama," he ventured, an undercurrent of worry lacing his words, "your eyes betray a story different from your words. They're clouded, distant, as though lost in some profound thought."

“I almost forgot to tell you. There's this super hot guy I'm currently seeing. He's a beta to one of the renowned alphas. I can't wait for him to finally ask me out.” Sandra squealed in pure excitement. “We even have a dinner date tonight.” “That's lovely. It means I'd have to leave soon for you to spend time with this hot dude.” She took out her phone and was already showing me his pictures. He was tall, taller than her at least and not so muscular. His eye colour was regular black, not peculiar like Malcolm's green eyes, but he was still good-looking.

Leonardo inquired. "What?" "Describe your face, your body, your hair, everything about you." "Why, sir?" "Angela, I'm blind, but I still have a vivid imagination. When we talk, I want to see your face in my head. " Angela smiled. "OK, I have bulging eyes, a funnel nose, curly hair, I'm fat, I have puffy lips; in short, I have an ugly face," Angela said proudly. "OK, you can go now."

"Sorry mother, I lost the track of time. The garden side gate is closed I'm taking the other door. I'll join you both in just 15 mins for dinner." Anya just cancelled her call when a ball comes to her making her startled and she loses her balance but a strong arm holds her waist and pulls her closer and she immediately inhaled a musk fragrance. Anya puts her both hand on that person's chest to create some distance then looks up and met with a pair of blue-green eyes but this time those eyes were without any ridiculing or mocking. They were looking so pure that she couldn't help but become fascinated and she thinks "His eyes are so beautiful!"

Leaning against his car, his hands shoved into his pockets, that careless smile tugging at his lips as though he belonged everywhere and nowhere. “You shouldn’t be here,” I whispered, glancing around. “Relax, Eve,” he said smoothly, stepping forward. “I just came to see you. Nothing more.” I swallowed hard, every nerve in me on edge. “What do you want from me? Why now?” His gaze flickered briefly, like he was calculating. He looked at my tummy and looked back at me. “Because soon, things are going to change. And when they do… I don’t want you caught in the crossfire.”

As I got ready to take my third step, my legs felt weak and gave from underneath me. I feel strong hands grab my arms and then lift me bridal style. “You shouldn’t be out of bed, you haven’t had time to recover.” I looked up at the person, despite not being able to see in the woods, the familiar gold eyes stared back at me. I take in his features and he has short dark brown to red hair styled messily and an impassive expression, other than the slight worry I can see. I start to realize that looking at him this close up he kind of looks like a masculine version of myself.

She had asked kitty to pluck some flowers from the garden and held them close to her chest as she stared at the pretty pink book with a fancy feather pencil. There was a small knock on the door and Annalise snapped her head towards the door. There was a second pause before Andreas entered the room. His white shirt was wrinkly his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. His face looked tired and his hair fell over his eyes. Anna gulped but didn’t say anything or tried to move. She averted her gaze and focused it back on the flowers she held in her hand. “Tuberose.” His voice was soft and gentle as he moved closer to her with small steps. She stroked the flowers and didn’t respond to him.