Apple Of My Eye Book Novels & Stories

He didn’t stop. He kept coming until our noses were almost touching. Something from a book I read once flicked through my head: always make eye contact. So I lifted my chin even though my hands shook and my heart raced. I looked at him with my doe eyes and held it. Time slowed. Our breaths mixed. His eyes flicked to my lips and lingered. I parted my mouth without thinking. I swear I heard a hitch in his throat before he snapped his gaze back to my eyes.

When I opened back up my eyes, I slowly opened up the book before I could back out. I closed my eyes as the power inside the book shot through my hand. Which had need clawing at me. I gritt my teeth and tried to not think about how good It felt. I bowed my head and tried to calm down my heart that was now uncontrollably beating. The need to look at every page had me realizing that maybe I was not strong enough to use this book even if for something simple. My sons hand let go of mine and it was like I was all alone. I opened back up my eyes and looked at the page that slowly showed itself as I trailed my eyes down it. I couldnt help but touch the red words as they slowly filled up the page.

When she can't stop them from fighting, Mother Tree decided to create the most powerful Alpha that will control the four clans. Mother Tree send the message to the four clan, she uses her power to invite the four leader of Alpha's. The leader of the Red Eyes were named Imre. Imre read the message from Mother Tree through the use of the projector that he needed to go to the Sanctuary of Life. He was at the meeting that time but he've got to glance at the projector and saw the message. He was the only one that can read those message and upon reading the message he immediately stands up and leave.

I was not your usual sixteen-year-old. I am Nigerian Canadian, my both parents are Nigerian, I have been here all her life so I’m Canadian. Grabbed my glasses; they are my eyes, because I cannot see without them. I got into a boring tee-shirt that said VISION and a pair of skinny jeans, I put her frizzy afro curls in a messy bun and so much booby pins to actually make it look really good. Bag, sneakers, books, car keys, out of the house, I said in my head as I grabbed each thing. My books were almost to my chin as I walked to the kitchen, grabbed a bite of toast from my brother; TB’s plate.

I awake with a slight headache and sit up, looking around the room. I realize I am alone and stand carefully. I look around the room in search of the bathroom. I decided to try the black door by the balcony first, and internally dance it is. I turn the light on and look in the mirror. My hair is stuck to my face, and my eyes are puffy and red from crying. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

The kind that says I see you and I am glad and this is everything and I will not make it weird. When she pulls back her eyes are doing something. "Do not," I say. "I am not doing anything," she says. "Your eyes are doing something," I say. "They are fine," she says, blinking rapidly. "Completely fine. Dust." "Hackney dust." "Notorious for it," she says.

"You've truly disappointed me, Emily." And as they turned away, I caught the look in Faye's eyes—a victorious, smug little smile, meant only for me.

"If you don't want me to say it, then don't proceed with the donation." "Alright," I answered. Jordan's expression soured. "Hazel, what the hell do you mean?" I smiled weakly. "I still want to behold the world with my eyes. Can't I do that?" Pursing his lips, Jordan stared at me with a gaze as deep as the abyss. "Say that again." "I don't want to give her my eyes." Without a moment of hesitation, Jordan slapped me harshly.

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I growled. Apple tilted her head like a confused person and the sight was cute. Then she smiled. Her smile was so dazzling that the anger I was feeling was replaced with a light, fuzzy feeling. I placed my hand on my chest and sighed. I remembered in the book that Apple's smile and eyes had a sweet touch as the fairies called it. She could make anyone less angry or moody with those weapons.