Apple Of My Eye Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He could probably lift me as easily as a feather with biceps like those. He said something. “What?” I responded. He peered at me strangely. “Why do your eyes glaze over when you look at me? The apple should sharpen your vision.” “Umm, there's something in my eye...” “Of course there is. Well, I'm taking tea, with or without you. It's a ritual I can't afford to miss. I've interrupted battles before to have a proper Earl Gray. No one dares disturb me. Otherwise, they'd meet a rather unfortunate end...”

he removed his boxers I closed my eyes I can sense his tip near my entrance he slightly slided it inside when he entered with some force I felt like the walls inside me broken and I felt like crackers lit up in my body the pain was like several bones broken though I tried my level best to hide my pain but I screamed because of the pain he stayed calm and coaxed me "it's okay cool down it will be alright my love" I nodded my head he sealed my lips by his and kissed me passionately to make me forget my pain he said "the apple of my eye the gem of my heart nothing in the world can ever keep us apart

But now, finally, I can openly express my genuine feelings and tell her how gorgeous she and her physique are. I stand up and clasp her face before kissing both of her eyelids. As she opens her eyes, I whisper, losing myself in the captivating depths of her ocean-blue gaze. “And your eyes, Alice, they are the most remarkable creations of God. Anyone who gazes into your eyes, even for a fleeting moment, will undoubtedly become enchanted by them.” A few strands of her hair have broken free from her bun and are now coming into her eyes. I tuck them behind her ears and continue, “And I see my future in your intense blue eyes, Alice.”

I blinked, rubbing my eyes and shaking my head at the thought that I was dizzy from the climb and seeing things that weren't there, when I opened my eyes and looked again, this time the gaze was close and the view unmistakeable. It was..... Blue eyes. Wait, does Mac have blue eyes?

Up close, I could see better how beautiful the blue combined with honey of his left eye was, and how clear the honey color of his right eye was. Mason tilted his head. “Do you like my eyes?” I looked away. “No, they're just…” fascinating, different. “Different...” Mason said the word slowly as if evaluating something. Looking down, I could see the book resting on his lap: 100 Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez. A classic, huh? Mason lifted the book slightly. “I told you I liked to read.” "I didn't think you were telling the truth." He raised an eyebrow. "Have I ever lied to you?"

She felt a bit weak, and if he hadn't been holding her waist, the water cup in her hand probably would have fallen onto the back seat. He just looked at her like that, the mottled light outside the window looked like it shattered in his eyes. It was like there was nothing else in his eyes except for her. Amelia suddenly remembered a sentence she had read in a book before. The eyes of my lover were the third kind of stunning beauty in this world. Amelia took off her eye mask, the corners of her eyes still a bit red, but there was no panic on her face. She raised one eyebrow, turned her hand, and pressed down on the man's string of red prayer beads...

It was either that or the school library. I went to the garden and saw a lot of people already there, most of which were couples making out without the care of the world. Well that means that option has been canceled. With no option, I made my way to the school garden but it was twenty minutes to time before I reached there. So I decided to just borrow a book and go and read it in class. I took the book “The blink of an eye”. It’s a science fiction about an American genuine Seth who helped an Arabian princess escape from getting married to a man old enough to be her grandfather. This is actually the sixth time that I am reading it but am still very much in love with the book and looking forw

Nothing happened, as a matter of fact. She peeled one eye open at first, surprised to notice him standing before her with another book in his hand. Intently peering down at her. "I believe this will also be of your taste," he gently offered it to her, patiently waiting for her to take it. She could feel her cheeks heating up, growing a little embarrassed by her own childish reactions. Eros and Psyche, the title read as she lowered her gaze to the book in his hand, making her shift it back up to peer into his hypnotic blue eyes.

She shook her head and he pointed his index finger at me. “You!” “What?” I met his glare. “I thought I was the apple of your eye? You have two apples on your eye now, don't you?” I accused him, merely trying to get him to stop talking and start eating, and it did work. He cleared his throat. “She is your girlfriend, of course, she is the apple of my eye….” He mumbled then began eating. I could only smile. I took a seat next to Dahlia and began eating in silence. But my old man didn't seem to want me to have any peace.

I stopped chewing and stared at her. The way her emerald-green eyes dulled made my heart clench painfully. Words weren't going to ease her pain, and neither was my cocky attitude. With the half-eaten apple in one hand, I reached across the table with the other. My fingers rested on hers before curling in with the slightest bit of a squeeze. She fought against the tears that filled her aching eyes, but one escaped against her valiant effort. Mindlessly, I set the fruit on the table and wiped the lone tear from her cheek with my thumb.