Novel & Cerita Apple Of My Eye

She was watching me with the transparent ambition she was known for, not hiding what she wanted, never hiding it, which was either admirable or unsettling depending on the day. "And the bond question," I said. "There are mechanisms," she said carefully. "It wouldn't need to be conventional." "You've thought about this for a while." "I have." No apology in it. "I think you're an exceptional Alpha and I think your territory is worth saving and I think you have options you're not fully considering." I let a moment pass. Not for effect, I was genuinely thinking about how to say the next thing in a way that closed the conversation without creating an enemy.

“What’s wrong?” Not again. Never again. The patio table near Abby held a bowl of fruit. Instinct pushed her to grab an apple and launch it like a professional pitcher. The hard fruit found its mark, slamming into his left eye. Max swore, staggering back and then moved with incredible speed, throwing himself forward.

My arm hairs are standing up because of this situation. Anna let out a deep breath, her eyes showing a feeling of a tired heart. She seemed to dig into the past with her mind "a very long story for me to tell. Maybe it's not enough today for you to understand my story. But I'm very proud of you." Anna is now smiling brightly, and her expression is stern for me to guess, I can't read Anna's thoughts

However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.

"Sir Mark, since you are so good to me, I would like to tell you her secret. If one day you will finally meet Calla, and you see that she's not your type, do not look directly at her eyes." "Her eyes?" I repeated, wondering what sense there was in avoiding her eyes. "Yes," Cynthia looked straight at me, collecting my full attention. "She can win any man she fantasizes through her eyes." "What do you mean?" I asked, not realizing both my hands were gripping the edge of the table as I glued my eyes on her. To my frustration, she smiled and shook her head. "I'm sorry, sir. This is not the right time to tell you about it."

His masculine scent drove me crazy. *Warning mature content * His gaze moved down from my eyes to my lips, "Nowadays; I'm a huge fan of almond, apple and strawberry. You know, why?" he asked me and there were a few inches between our lips. "Why?" I asked and by now our lips were basically brushing against each other's as the words came out of my mouth. He touched my eyebrows, "Your beautiful almond eyes, bright like diamond sparkle in the sunlight" he said and kissed my eyes.

Slowly, so very slowly, I began to open my eyes, and the first thing I noticed was his golden eyes. The world stilled as I suddenly got lost in his eyes. In my twenty-one years of living, I have never seen such a pair of eyes before. They were golden, literally. His eyes were made of gold. Then realization finally dawned on me. It was him. The Alpha, whose name was feared all over the world, The Alpha was known for bloodshed, killings, and ruthlessness. The Alpha, who had the most unique eyes that had never been heard of, even tried all they could to know where his eyes originated from, but all attempts proved futile.

Fuck, what the hell is even going on with me? I gulp, our eyes still locked into each other as another silence hovers between us. It is strange that I do not want to even say anything now, to just maintain this silence as I continue staring into her deep honey brown eyes with those little white specks that have always captivated me more than I have ever wanted to admit. Since that first day they shone with some much anger at me as she shoved those apples to my chest, I have always been fascinated by them. And now, I am really trying so hard to speak. To say something tangible.

Check. The raw cane sugar. I found the crystal container. I stared at it. One spoon. But wait. His eyes. Those intense, ocean-blue eyes that had bored into me, demanding immediate subservience. His voice, low and commanding. The way he had thrown his jacket down. The sheer power radiating off him. I was so consumed by the image of him, so preoccupied with the sizzling, inappropriate attraction, that my hand simply lifted the mug, bypassing the sugar entirely.

My tone went to sadness and my eyes filled with tears Damon hugged me, said I don’t need to feel sadness while he’s around