Apple of his eyes Novels & Stories

She dropped her head immediately, entirely unwilling to look up into his dangerous eyes, and silently prayed that he would just leave her alone. Alexander noticed her lovely eyes gazing frantically down at the floor, completely avoiding his own. He was instantly enraged. He desperately wanted to see her eyes—her beautiful, expressive green eyes that perfectly revealed exactly how terrified she was of him. He fiercely wanted to see those fearful eyes looking up at him.

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”

Kalex said with those pleading eyes of him. How to unsee him?

when he opened his eyes. *************************************

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.

I heard lots of gasps, probably because most people here have never seen my eyes, they must be mesmerized. When my eyes went to my brother, he was very beautiful in a fancy navy blue and gold suit. His golden locks identical to mine were messy but still beautiful, and his eyes were as beautiful as rubies under the sunlight. He nodded to me while sitting in a taller chair than the one I was in. I looked at the materials they gave me and held the thin brush with black paint, then I began.