Apple Of My Eye Novels & Stories

My back arched and my eyes widened in horror, refusing to believe what I was feeling. “So from now on, whenever you see this fruit,” he said, his grey eyes fixed on me, cold and soulless as he pushed it further in, “you will only think of me.”

He stepped closer to me, his face morphed into a look that looked like he wanted me to run or something. “Leo, leo,” I said in a sing song manner, my lips curved into a smile that looked nowhere near real. “You didn’t possibly expect someone without eyesight to cheat on you.” I stood up at that, looking straight into his eyes as I said the next few words. “Or rather, let me rephrase that…” I trailed off and the tension in the room rose even more. “You don’t expect someone — your mate— who you took away her corneas and gave them to your girlfriend who’s her sister…” I stopped talking to take a better look at his awestruck face.

A nice, warm, fleshy apple. "Bite it" 'I thought we took care of this earlier,' he grumbled internally, and forced his gaze back to his plate of eggs. He inevitably looked back at her, his eyes cold and hateful. At least he hoped that's the look he was conveying. She had such smooth looking skin, it looked like she had spent hours rubbing lotion on it, which she probably had. A thin rivulet of pink froth ran out of her mouth and sped for the finish line down her neck and towards her cleavage.

His cherished little plaything, the apple of his eye. “That was perfect.” He smiles. “You’re my perfect little girl.”

Through the rain-streaked glass, I catch a glimpse of amber eyes blazing with hurt and fury. Callum.

I froze, mid bite of the yellow apple that I’d just ripped from its tree. The air grew instantly cooler as wind whipped around me, blowing my untied robe open. Goosebumps prickled my skin. Turning around slowly, I met the chest of a very tall, broad-shouldered man. I instinctively took a step back, removing the apple from my mouth, but refusing to chew the bite that lingered in my mouth. I raised my eyes to his face, noticing icy blue eyes. But as I stared, they appeared to dance beneath the moonlight. Similar to when you dip black ink into water, and it bleeds into the clear liquid.

Shea butter with a touch of old perfume from yesterday was his signature scent at the time. The passion in his eyes, the glint in his eyes, his red lips that could almost bleed from a cut and the glowing tone of his skin had my legs shaking as he held me tighter. “Are you okay?” He asked as I nodded like a child from a high school movie. I could not say anything to him. This man was perfect. How I had missed all of these features while bashing him for the murder of my parents was something I had not seen coming. “Let me help you up,” he said, rising me to my feet until I got a hold of the ground.

I still had yet to remove the relic from my grasp. But I only remembered I was supposed to hand it over when a warm palm suddenly cupped my face. Gentle, calloused, and warm. I leaned into the touch with fluttering eyes when I met the Alpha's imploring gaze. Where the blue light mixed with his original amber shade, it highlighted green. Somehow, it only made him more alluring.

Her body shuddered in awareness, while she had been yelling and snapping and bawling almost altogether, he had been so cool watching as all her features bounced in his front. If they were apples, it would have fallen and he would have gone for the kill, but no, these particular apples, never fall down, they stay there for days, months and years to come, which makes it hard to pluck since you have to directly go to it's root, and you won't pluck, you could only take a bite. "Why does he find everything I'm saying funny?", she thought inwardly. His heavily hooded eyes of stormy blue-black gaze, raked over her possessively and she felt the power of his eyes, searching and stripping her off her

I felt disappointed. For the past few days, I had imagined a spinning wheel or some magical potion that will turn me inside out. Instead, I got a box. What is it supposed to do? What if it is a device that shows everything I had done in the past few days? Is that what Alpha Raynemeant by leaving myself bare to the council? I rubbed my palms together, growing uneasy with the quiet tension. "That's the Eye," Connor whispered to me. "The Eye? Who came up with such an unoriginal name?"