Apple of his eyes Novels & Stories

Only a priest's prayers could ensure that Daeleen received my eyes. Onlookers expressed envy, and some were even moved to tears by Samuel's devotion to Daeleen. What they did not know was that the romantic Capo they were admiring had plucked out his own wife's eyes, and that the owner of the eyeballs on display were now lying on a bed, staring into nothing but darkness. There was no painkiller being administered. All the moans from the pain left me panting for air, with only the ventilator to keep me from suffocating.

My back arched and my eyes widened in horror, refusing to believe what I was feeling. “So from now on, whenever you see this fruit,” he said, his grey eyes fixed on me, cold and soulless as he pushed it further in, “you will only think of me.”

He tenderly brought her hand to his mouth and gently kissed it. Pain seared through my body as my eyes lost focus. The faces of my family blurred until I could no longer see them. I tried to move my arms to rub my eyes, but I was unable to move. Panic set in as I began to struggle. Finally, opening my eyes, James Cooper’s face came into focus.

Alina was stunned for a moment, reacting to his words, she subconsciously raised her eyes to look into his eyes. Noble had a pair of very beautiful peach blossom eyes; the top of his eyes were deep, the corners of his eyes were slightly curved, the pupils were clearly divided into two colors of black and white, looking at her with affection. Standing so close, Alina could see a layer of faint red around his eyes, as if he was seducing. Alina was confused, subconsciously avoiding his eyes. "See?" "What?" "What's in my eyes?" Hearing his words, Alina raised her eyes again.

His usual composure is completely gone, replaced by something that almost looks like genuine awe and a flicker of deep concern. “Olivia…” he murmurs, his eyes scanning my face. I blink up at him, dazed and confused. “What? What happened? Did I pass out?” His lips part slightly, speechless. “Your eyes…” He leans closer, his voice dropping to a low, reverent whisper, his own blue eyes wide. “Your eyes were glowing silver.”

She had been fighting for twenty three years of her life, is that not enough? “I wonder what would make a beautiful lady cry this much” Olivia opened her eyes to look at the owner of the voice. An unintentional gasp escaped her lips at the sight. He was mesmerizing, with beautiful golden brown eyes that fluncter with the colors of the lilies in the garden. He was dressed in simple wear; a round T and shorts. Yet he made such simple clothing look so elegant and mouthwatering. He was handsome no doubt about that, even a blind man couldn't deny it.

“M’lady.” He says with a bow at the edge of my small table. “Would you care to join me?” I ask, offering the vacant chair tucked in neatly across from where I sit. A small smile tugs the corners of his mouth upward, only for a moment, before his unaffected expression settles back on his face. His eyes cold and steely, framed by thick lashes. The Gods always waste the best lashes on men. His eyes are shaped like almonds with a defined brow, making any expression he has both sultry and mysterious. He pulls the chair from the table and gracefully sits down. His movements are so fluid like a perfectly choreographed dance.

Her eyes were teary for nth time because his empathetic gesture was like a drizzle of rain washing the sorrows that fatigued her body to the brink of wishing death. "Confide to me a secret you won't ever think telling people who know you. C'mon, we're practically strangers." She persisted. He averted look and sighed which meant a big no, apparently. Something must have overtaken him causing the photo to slip his fingers. Thankfully, she was fast enough to catch their valuable keepsake! She turned about to spit fire at him for his carelessness but his obsidian pair of eyes paralyze her body. They bore pain so intense, it lures her into taking half of it to alleviate his suffering...

For a moment, he sighed and then raised the frames of his drooping glasses to the bridge of his droopy nose. “Please come in, Madam. See! It's a miracle. Your husband is awake and able to speak normally." The doctor stepped out after tapping my shoulder a few times. We look. The doctor's height made me have to look up a little to freely see his face. The wind whistled in my ear. I flinched and turned my gaze to the corner of the room. "Jack!" I cried to myself when I found a man with bare chest and piercing eyes standing like a silhouette in the corner of Kevin's treatment room.

I felt my pulse race as my thoughts travelled miles around the spheres of flagrant fornication. For a moment, I was lost —He was tall, with broad shoulders and a square-like jawline covered with nicely trimmed beards. His salt-and-pepper hair was styled perfectly, and his eyes were small, seductive and fierce. He was a daddy! He was all I needed to have a pleasant night's rest, or was it the fullness of his lips as I imagined all the naughty things they would do on my nipple? I had been so lost in thought, imagining him fucking me hardcore, that I hadn't even noticed Olivia waving her hand in front of my face.