Apple of his eyes Novels & Stories

Atlas said with glassy eyes. I nodded, racing through the flowers and dragging him along, eyes wide in awe as the vast estate filled with flowers. I traced all the flowers, my fingers shaking as if they would vanish and this could all be a dream. I knew my life was a nightmare and I hoped Atlas would stick with me, but it became a fairytale and he was in it. MY prince charming was in this fairytale. “Oh, no,no,no,” Atlas said, wiping my tears. “If you start crying now, your tears will be dried up before my second surprise”

It was normal for people to act like I don’t exist. My eyes caught a long line of alcohol on the shelf, displayed like trophies. I took one and sat down, gulping the contents without mercy. To my left, a couple swayed together. The man’s hands kept hovering around her body. He laughed when he missed the clasp of her bra. I looked away. “Whiskey?” I turned. Dark shirt, sleeves rolled. Eyes steady, almost detached, like he wasn’t drowning in the same chaos as everyone else. Before I could decide, he pressed something cool against my skin. A key. He slid it between my breasts, fingers lingering for a while. I let it happen.

64. A heartless savior, alpha Alan It was her eyes crying, but his heart that pained. It was her lips quivering in fear, but his mouth that dried. It was her fingers that clasped around his knees, but it was his palms that felt irritation and contraction. Alpha Alan shut his eyes, seething angrily. This was the last thing he had wanted to see.

That was how he managed to affect me within less than twenty-five minutes. It was the eyes. It had to be those dark goddamn eyes. Devil eyes, that was what they were. Dark windows into the demonic world where he could make you offer up sweet, innocent little puppies with a single glance. Damn, I was pretty sure he would make you want to toss in a tiny kitten as well, just for good measure.

I tightened my eyes and re-opened it, hoping it will clear my blurry vision. It worked. The first thing i saw clearly was the most handsome guy i've ever seen.. I've ever seen ?...I can't even remember seeing any other guy apart from this one in front of me so i don't know if he's the most handsome but damn ! this guy is more than handsome. His eyes are pure silver,so clear that i'd swear they would reflect my image perfectly if i got closer enough, his black hair is in a slight wave long enough to his shoulder, his high cheekbones and jaw seems perfect and his lips...Oh..my..

He still remembered his daughter's baby eyes which were as blue and deep as the sea. It looked as if she was holding the sea inside her eyes. She was holding all the greatness, destructiveness and secret of the sea inside her eyes. It was so beautiful that he could never forget that pair of eyes. No one could ever forget that pair of eyes if they had ever seen this. "With respect, back off sir. I don't think you are making my mate comfortable." Dominic said with a frown while glancing back Athena. Athena's tear wasn't stopping as she clutched Dominic's shirt to gain some strength from him.

Her body shuddered in awareness, while she had been yelling and snapping and bawling almost altogether, he had been so cool watching as all her features bounced in his front. If they were apples, it would have fallen and he would have gone for the kill, but no, these particular apples, never fall down, they stay there for days, months and years to come, which makes it hard to pluck since you have to directly go to it's root, and you won't pluck, you could only take a bite. "Why does he find everything I'm saying funny?", she thought inwardly. His heavily hooded eyes of stormy blue-black gaze, raked over her possessively and she felt the power of his eyes, searching and stripping her off her

Alexander. He was a silhouette, hunched, brooding, like some animal denied its natural place. His posture was deceptively languid, but Ophelia could sense the coiled springs beneath—the tension that drew his hands into fists, white-knuckled upon his knees. His eyes, dark and fever-bright even in the semidarkness, never strayed from her. That midnight gaze burned raw across her skin, tracing every exposed sliver of her arm, every shudder that rippled through her breath.

His touch disappeared just as sudden as it had come. “Keep your eyes on me, love.” He commanded and my eyes opened instantly. My breath hitched as I watched his eyes roam around my naked body. The blue of those mesmerising eyes had disappeared. I gulped as his eyes settled on my face and without any warning, he lowered himself, taking my bundle of nerves in his mouth.

He made it seem like I could easily rip Sylvia into pieces with just my sight. I only realized I had tears streaking down my face when I felt Marcus' hand on my cheek. "Don't cry, honey. I'm sorry. Please listen to me, okay? It's not what you think…" Marcus kept wiping my tears away in a fit of panic, but he could never stem my tears no matter how much he wiped. In the end, he just pulled me into his arms and began comforting me in soft tones. At the same time, he prevented me from looking at Sylvia.