روايات وقصص ضمن From The Corner Of His Eye

When he was done, I asked him, “Really?” He then nodded with a confident look, grinning at me. “Then I shouldn’t be worrying, Alpha.” I stated, with a relief that he was that considerate. He smiled at me, making me look down timidly. He folded his arms before placing a finger on his chin questionably. Looking up through a corner of my eye, I noticed he was staring at me. Perhaps, I had something in my eye. My hands reached for my eye, checking if there was anything there. But I didn’t find anything. Next was the second eye but I also did not find anything. Then what could he be staring at?

She felt flustered that her idea was liked by everyone but she hadn't looked at Zaire yet. She looked at him from the corner of her eyes and her breath caught in her throat at that sight. His expression was extremely calm with a hint of relief and a soft smile on his lips, he was smiling, his eyes focused down at his hands like he was thinking of something..in a tender and loving way.

He was looking at someone I couldn’t see, and he had the corner of his mouth lifted in a smile, but I could be wrong. I frowned, and blinked my eyes, closing it for a couple of seconds before opening it back to see him, then by the time I look at where he was standing again, he was gone.

From the way he glared at me, one could tell that he knew what I was doing. I stared at him again with that glance of disgust but this time he didn’t bat an eye or glance back at me. He acted like he wasn’t seeing me so I continued with my hideous mock. “Why are you staring at me as if I had been irritating you?” He said without looking at me. How did he make out what I was doing when he wasn’t even looking in my direction? I wondered. “You must be wondering how I could tell what you were doing without looking at you. I have only one eye but that eye is extremely sharp. I was able to—”

It was a dream! My heart raced like a gazelle's on a run, I squinted, trying to adjust to the darkness in the room, when I noticed something move from the corner of my eyes. A shadow who stood by the side of my bed. From my peripheral vision, I watched it move till it stood before me.

I crave the comfort of my head on my pillow even if it’s morning. “Because for some reason, you can’t seem to get your eyes off me.” A brow raises and he gives me a side eye. I notice the ends of his lips curl into a smirk. Cocky much? He didn’t even turn to look at me so how did he know I was staring at him?

His eyes flicked past me to my brother, then back to me. And then I saw it— A small cut at the edge of his jaw. Fresh.

I crossed the yard. He noticed the approach the way someone notices movement at the edge of their vision, a slight shift in attention, head turning with the automatic awareness and his eyes found me across the remaining distance between us. And for a single, suspended moment, one breath, maybe two, something moved across his expression.

At least not about the important things. "Haven't seen you around for awhile. Where you been hiding?" "Oh, I'm always around, Grim." "And you can't say hi?" "I am saying hi," she pointed out, and there was a note of something in it that might have been amusement or might have been something less comfortable, and he was deciding which when his attention snagged on something at the far end of the crossroads. He didn't identify what it was immediately. Just a sound, a movement in his peripheral that triggered the same instinctive tracking he applied to everything in his environment. His eyes sharpened and moved down the hallway before he caught himself and brought them back.