Novel & Cerita Apple Of My Eye

I did a double-take, only to realize I got caught staring at his hand, and now he thinks I want some apple. With no other choice, I nodded yes, lifting my hand to get from him. Instead, he pulled me closer to him and fed me the slice of apple on the knife. With the eye contact so intense between us, the mating bond went wild. Eyes closed, I took a step back from him. “ I'm going to check on the boy.” Not waiting for an answer, I turned on my heels and ran out of the office and the house, where the fresh air calmed me down.

My almond eyes have been given a smoky makeover and it serves as a dramatic contrast to my rosy complexion. "You are going to be beautiful tomorrow." I better look good tomorrow; it's only the most important day of my life! "I'm so." I can see a trace of water in his kind, green eyes as he offers his arm to me. "I can't believe my little girl is all grown up and getting married. It only felt like yesterday when I was putting the Band-Aid over that gash on your knee, or teaching you to drive."

The scream he let out shook the whole room. I didn’t blink. I didn’t shake. I didn’t stop. I pulled his second eye out cleanly. He screamed like his soul was being ripped apart. I held the bleeding eye in my hand, warm and dripping. Cullen watched with wide eyes. The maids trembled in the corner. The alpha cried, blind, choking on his own pain. I turned to one of the maids slowly. She jumped. “Here,” I said softly, placing the eye into her palm.

I thought I could see a hint of blue in one eye, but the other was obsidian in color. I remembered Rowan and Maeve's eyes looking like that once and how we marveled at the dramatic transformation their eyes took over the next few weeks. "Hello," I said softly to the baby in my arms. He stared up at me, opening his mouth just a little into what I was sure was the beginning of a smile. "I hope they're not identical. I'm already having a hard time telling those two apart." Maeve reached for the apple on the table next to the bed, rolling it in her hands. She looked slightly unnerved and had dark circles under her eyes.

For the world, we created and nurtured together. Riley made me believe in a world where love is greater than my insecurities. A world where the sun shines whenever he looks at me. A world where mistakes are accepted and forgiveness is a possibility. A world far better than my dreams. Yes, life indeed is beautiful, because I see the world differently now through the eyes of my Alpha. THE END. Through The Eyes Of My Alpha - Cassandra M / April-June 2022 Author’s Note: The Epilogue Scene in this book succeeded the epilogue scene from Alpha Caspian’s In The Arms of My Alpha, where there was a scene of Amber and Zach’s mischief. You can reread it to relieve the moment.

I’m about to use Emerald’s eyes again when a vision overwhelms me. ** I see Alpha Everly’s eyes glow menacingly. They are now a glowing iridescent white, incredibly spooky. Light swirls around her as she brings vines up from the ground. There are creatures with red eyes surrounding her, pressed to kill. The creatures are pitch black, twisted and evil. While they fear her light, they are charged with one motivation: snuff out the light. She can’t do this alone. She needs help. I see a pair of hazel eyes before me. They close with finality. I see the same vision, but with a pair of bright blue eyes. There is a feeling of sorrow that washes over me.

I hold his gaze. He doesn’t realize what he’s doing to me. How wonderful he’s making me feel—chosen, loved, wanted. He’s proud of me. From my ‘public show of desperation’ to being publicly acknowledged by… Tears sting my eyes. I quickly drop my eyes to the iPad and bring my fingers to them as if they’re itchy, but it’s to catch my tears before he sees them. Oh my God! My breath pauses, my eyes glued to the iPad’s screen.

I was no one’s but the Lord’s, I was the apple of his eyes, but those eyes, those tempest blue, looked at me differently–with want, with desire, that made my heart flutter. Maybe, just maybe, finding out what ‘his submissive’ meant wouldn’t hurt at all. Just once. Just enough… then I could let it go.

she said to me, her hand still holding up the soap for me to see. I held her hand with the soap and I said to her. "I have never told any of them that their eyes are the most beautiful I have ever seen, but I have surely told them that they have beautiful eyes. You are the only person whose eyes mesmerize me to say such words. Even now that I am looking at it, your doubts are plainly written on it, they are still the most beautiful eyes ever. It goes beyond color and eye shape, Tania. It goes beyond how long your eyelashes are. Your eyes are magnificent."

I turned to look at both of them, Apollo wincing and taking a step back, “Whoa-” “Holy shit!” James gasped. Alexander rushed toward me and grabbed my face, “What?” I asked, clearing my voice because it sounded a little froggy. I frowned as he looked at my face, “What’s wrong?” “Your eyes.” Apollo said, “They’re not normal.” “What? What do you mean?” I asked, looking between Apollo and Alexander, “Your eyes are amber, Isabella.”