Apple of his eyes Novels & Stories

But I am not sweating. "Hello." He said once he got settled in. "Hi," I said. "Did you order anything? What do you want, chocolate ice cream or pastry......" "Cold coffee," I told him, crossing my hands across my chest. Now that we were sitting close to him for almost ten minutes, I observed how truly beautiful his eyes were, sea green eyes- like they had in the lenses, with a dark ring around the iris to give beauty and depth. They reminded me of the deep ocean and infinite space. It is really hard to believe that they are real.

It was only him and his attractive chartreuse eyes that serve as the apple of everyone's eyes. His photos were all aesthetically pleasing, which gained a lot of positive comments from his followers. “So effin gorgeous.” “Will God forbid if I wish for this man to be mine?” “It's the eyes, people! Look at those eyes!” “Who wouldn't fall in love?” “Both me and my ovaries are happy seeing these photos.” I almost laughed because of the last comment I read. Who the hell will associate their ovaries in a comment under a man's post?

_*]:min-w-0"> His gray eyes catch the morning light and suddenly they're not just gray anymore but silver, almost luminous, and I can see everything in them—desire and frustration and something raw. _*]:min-w-0"> "You are my only," he says. _*]:min-w-0">

DYANNE He slowly lowers the glass, and I can now clearly see his eyes, though it doesn't change a thing, because of the look that clouds those pretty eyes of his, and my brain is unable to unravel what they mean. Whether he likes it or not, whether he thinks I'm beautiful, or whether he's only imagining the girl he's buying this for in it. The last thought slightly pisses me off. He clears his throat and picks up the glass again. “We'll take this one too.”

"The best way to treat a love affair is to find a boyfriend who has better hardware and software than my ex—boyfriend, and I promise that I will bring it home and bring it back. I don't think you're in trouble." "This isn't a question of whether you suffer or not." Alice looked at Barry as if she was looking at a new species. "Mr.Barry, don't make a joke." "I said, I'm not joking with you, Alice, looking at my Asian eyes, you will know that I am very serious." Barry's eyes are very dark, as if they have absorbed the glory of the sun, moon, and stars, bright and bright like a black gem, and his affectionate fundus is only Alice at this moment.

All I could see was the love that he had for me beyond his grey eyes. ~🥀🖤~ "I know words can never be enough So I will form kisses with these lips instead. I know this moment can never be enough, So I will spend forever with you instead." ~ Esha Varnav ~

Her eyes were pooling with tears, but she was holding them back. "Enough!" Alpha Aeon bellowed. His eyes dilated again, and in a few steps, he grabbed the female’s arm and pulled her up to her feet. "No!" Alexa shrieked, pulling her arm away from him as if she had gotten electrified by Alpha Aeon’s touch. The Alpha grunted in frustration, brushing his hair with his hand. "I’m losing my patience with you." "Then just let me go!" Her eyes were blazing with fire. Her approach to the Alpha was totally different from the way she was pleading with me.

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

His tall, muscular frame was clad in a black satin robe ornamented with red and gold accents, which only emphasized his rugged, devilishly handsome appearance. Olivia found herself mesmerized by his maroon eyes that seemed to glow in the dimly lit room, giving off a sinister yet alluring vibe. His eyes were like pools of dark wine, mysterious and captivating. Despite the fear she felt inside, Olivia couldn't help but notice how his eyes seemed to flicker with a hint of amusement at her reaction. She quickly averted her gaze, trying to compose herself and not show any weakness in front of him.

session, he lets it fall over his forehead in a messy, dangerously attractive fringe. C. Eyes: Dark, molten obsidian. His gaze is his most lethal weapon. They are "bedroom eyes" that can turn into twin abysses of predatory focus in a heartbeat. When he looks at a woman, it feels like a physical touch; when he looks at an enemy, it feels like a death sentence.