Apple of his eyes Novels & Stories

I blinked away tears from my eyes to clear the blurriness, but it wasn't working. Hendrix gently used his palm to dry my continual running tears, his other hand still tightly wound around my waist. His face was closer to mine after weeks. I missed staring at that extravagantly beautiful face. Even though my sight was blurred, I still got my fill of his midnight blue eyes and the thickness of his dark caramel blond lashes had doubled as if he hadn't given them a trim for years. His eyes were deep from stress but the extra thickness of his lashes gave his eyes a gorgeous frame. It made even his exhausted face look dazzling.

I try to avoid eye contact with him because when I look at him in the eyes all I can see is my mom’s death. "Maya, talk to me, what’s wrong?" He asked concerned. He tried searching for answers in my eyes but I didn’t let him "Maya, look at me. What’s wrong?" I finally give up and look at him. The moment my eyes met his, I felt nothing but pure hatred. He reminded me of the worst times of my life and knew that he is the brown eyes Alpha that never got off my head, I felt deeply disgusted. He ruined my life. I can’t believe all this while I have been with him. This man standing in front of me is the brown eyes Alpha that led appeared in my dreams. The brown eyes Alpha led me to depression. The

His eyes were drowned in desire. A shuddering breath escaped her lips when her eyes landed on his Adam apple that bobbed up and down with the rhythm of her heartbeat. Dylan's eyes kept turning darker and darker. He clenched his jaw tightly as if he was controlling himself hard but her sweet fragrance was racing up his hormones wildly. His eyes darkened with lust as he started decreasing the distance between them.

What was he afraid of? "Yo, what's going on with the tears?" I repeated, attempting to be calm, only to have the frustration I couldn't shake seep into my tone. He wasn't saying a word, just standing there like he'd be happier somewhere else. I pushed him a little harder, got a little nearer, and leaned in over him. "Come on, what's the matter with you?" Cyrus hastily massaged his eyes in an attempt to compose himself, but his voice was shaking completely. "I don't. I really don't want to speak of it."

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.

He closed his eyes and a pair of cerulean orbs flashed through his mind. “Fuck,” he breathed hoarsely and peeled his eyes open. Damn those eyes. They had been tormenting him for years now. So cruel yet so innocent. Their innocence had struck him hard. Countless nights he had burned in desire of possessing those ocean eyes. It was a craze obsession but he loved seeing himself in those orbs. Many times he caught himself fantasizing about them. How would they look filled with tears of pleasure? He bit his lip, feeling his member waking. Fuck! The things he wanted to do with the owner of those eyes.

His mouth grew apart a little and a sharp breath flew out as his eyes darkened, bearing the same color of a deep blue sea in the dead of the night. His eyes never left hers as he openly admired her. He curled his fingers into a fist, raised it to his mouth, and bit into it, a die-hard habit of his. But Ophelia didn't fail to see how his Adam's apple bobbed up, which indicated that he had taken a huge gulp.

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..

"Her eyes did a thing." "Her eyes did the crying thing," he replies. "Without the crying. Which is more controlled and therefore more Margaret and still counts." I look out the window. "What if they think it is too soon?" "Then they think it is too soon," he says. "It changes nothing." "Rhys..."

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.”