Apple Of My Eye Book Novels & Stories

{Mac Allister} I slowly opened my eyes. As I stretched and yawned, I couldn't help but steal a glance at Jacinda, still peacefully nestled within the soft embrace of the blanket. Her naked form radiated beauty and vulnerability, a sight that never failed to stir a sense of awe within me.

********* Thanks so much to everyone who has reached this far in reading my book *wipes tears* I'm so honored that you are loving the book which is why I'm requesting that if you are reading it and loving it, don't forget to leave a vote or a comment. I promise I don't bite *covers my eyes shyly* ********* Her eyes fluttered open, the unfamiliar scent of medicines and ammonia hitting her nostrils. She tried moving opening her mouth but the thing plunged in her mouth like a snorkel prevented her from doing so.

I took it and stood there as I wanted for him to do whatever he was planning to do next. ‘‘Open it, the back,’’ he reminded me as I apologized and flipped the back page to see what he had written. ‘‘Your eyes are the deepest shade of the richest earth, and they speak of how I belong. Your eyes shine bright with the love that is within, love those spreads throughout the black expanse of the amazing universe and lights it up in the long run. Your eyes speak love and innocence.’’ I gasped as I finished reading the last sentence and covered my mouth with my hands.

No voices. No footsteps following behind me. Just me and my book. I lifted my head slightly and felt a small sense of relief. Ha... finally. But before I could continue reading, I heard a faint sound above me. Then something small suddenly dropped into my lap. I flinched. I looked down. An apple. A perfectly red apple had landed neatly on top of my book without even rolling away. I stared at it for a moment. Where did that come from? Slowly, I looked up into the tree above me.

Miller's voice and the frantic beat of her own pulse. He slowly reached into the envelope and pulled out a single sheet of paper, its crisp edges mocking the chaos swirling within Veronica. As he unfolded it, the room seemed to shrink, the air growing thick with anticipation. The words on the paper, the key to unlocking the truth, were now within reach, ready to shatter the fragile peace and set the course of their lives forever.

A book that meddles with the interaction of society and the individual is meant for another time. Alex ..................................................................................... In the desert I saw a creature, naked, bestial, Who, squatting upon the ground, Held his heart in his hands, And ate of it. I said, "Is it good, friend?" "It is bitter-bitter," he answered; "But I like it "Because it is bitter, "And because it is my heart." -Stephen Crane

Excitement took over Ophelia immediately and she rushed to grab the book, it never crossed her mind she would find any book on the ship. "I saw Alpha Finlay sitting right in this spot this morning, he read through a few of the pages before leaving. It's titled A Woman's Heart, is it? Heard it's a book you've read so he brought it along with him to read and think..." Gabe hadn't finished speaking when he looked and saw a very silent Ophelia trembling with the book. She had tears brimming in her eyes and was letting out a sniff. Because that wasn't just an ordinary book she had read. It was her favorite.

But when I was about to put the book back on the shelf, my hand gripped the book tighter. "Oh, Moon Goddess," cried Eliz, stepping back to avoid me. A blue light flashed out of the book, and suddenly the wind was fast enough to open all the sheets of the book before my eyes. I felt my iris come to light when I saw the book in my hand. There are so many whispers that I hear, and they seem to be scrambling to know me. Some of them whispered while singing familiar melodies to my ears.

A very elegant design covered the book cover and the words written on the first page filled my heart with nostalgia and longlines. "Personal diary of Aurora Sapphire Brown" Flipping through the pages of the diary at once my eyes saw how her handwriting changed from a kid to an adult...as the dates and years passed with a flip my hand stopped on her last entry ...... Date 27th Feb Time :2 am I can't sleep again ... The medicines are of no use when his eyes haunt my nights... Those cold eyes were again looking at me with hate... Hate is nothing new. I am used to it now...but his hate matters

Lily said beside him. And just like she said, I took my time before slowly forcing them open. I closed them back the moment I opened them, the lights a little bit too bright for me. Then Lily urged me to open them again. And this time, I did it slowly. My eyes burned but I didn’t close them back. Involuntary tears streamed down my face. I blinked ten times before shapes started to form. Then shapes became edges, and edges became objects. Visible. The objects became visible, and I could see the window.