Leigh Occhi Novels & Stories

Capri questions Leo’s every thoughts. He would cry as she’d reject his advances on moving past his mistakes. He was not shut out entirely, but for him he was not getting enough of her time and attention. She would not sleep with him, but there were other ways to satisfy his desires. They would face time and she’d show her perky breasts as he stroked his shaft. He would send videos of him in the shower jerking off and climaxing all over the tub and that would drive Capri wild wishing it was her. She could not help but wonder if the feeling was the same of his hands all over her body, grabbing her throat from behind and spanking her ass.

Staring straight into Lorenzo’s eyes. Lorenzo’s jaws clenched, but he remains blank. “Do it.” Gustav whispers, “Fucking do it.” The room seems to hold its breath as Lorenzo’s gaze hardened, it is fixated on Gustav’s figure. His finger trembling on the trigger, a single tear runs down Lorenzo’s face as betrayal and sorrow fill his aura.

Madam Marino said coyly with a blush that couldn't be seen by anyone except for herself. "Sì sì ... Solo quelli che non hanno occhi, denti o forse anche un po 'di carenza di cervello ( Yeah yeah... Only those who don't have any eyes, teeth, or perhaps a little shortage of brains too )," Orion said nonchalantly.

I soothe her, cradling her to my naked body as Khai covers me in a blanket. I walk through the house quickly, heading to our room where I walking into the bathroom. Lora has already latched on to my breast but I need a wash, mud caking my legs mostly. She comes into the shower with me, unlatching at the feel of the warm water hitting her now naked skin. And she stares up at me, her eyes a deep shade of chocolate brown. But there in the centre of her eyes near her pupils I notice moving lines of purple. “Will you have mama’s eyes, Lora?” I ask aloud the shock evident in my voice as I marvel at her beautiful eyes.

My eyes scanned the room for any signs of a shiny bald head but none was in view. I heaved out a deep sigh and decided to blend into the crowd, hoping I would see Alicia. I caught a glimpse of her when I arrived but my attention was drawn to the sound of shattering glasses. Leo was making a fool of himself as usual. After having a good laugh, I tilted my head to catch her again but I couldn't see her. I couldn't make out her jet-black hair and her piercing deep blue eyes.

“Gloc, I’m just going to my house for a bit, need to make sure all my papers are in order. I’m going to take my break a little earlier. If you need me, I’ll be back in a few minutes. Alright?” The fisherman, Gloc, just nodded. His eyes on out towards the sea. Gloc had a huge scar on his face, one that runs along his eyes down to his chin. It sorts of reminds me of Yohan’s forehead scar. The only difference is that Gloc’s scar ran along his left eye, blinding it permanently. It was completely white. He notices me staring and looks down at me. Flinching, I attempt to look away, but he already saw me staring. He grins, and I see a sliver of golden teeth, “I got it in a dog fight.”

Lucy and I used this factor to our advantage to escalate the magnitude of Marcus' relationship with Sylvia. Soon, a video clip became viral on the Internet. It recorded the day when I walked into Marcus and Sylvia being lovey-dovey in the ward. In fact, the video captured Marcus' coldness toward me, Sylvia's smug smile as the mistress, and my fragile visage very clearly.

𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗮 𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗮 𝗰𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗽𝗹𝘂𝗴𝘀 𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗟𝘂𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗻'𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝗰𝗸, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻 𝗮 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗳𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘃𝗮� ��𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘁𝗲.

[“Yes, my lord. I believe that’s what Everleigh saw too.” My eyes widened at the hearing of Everleigh’s name. “Sinistra oculus conversus alba et dextra collyrium—” [Her left eye turned white and her right eye—] “Father.” I was not able to stop myself to interrupt and carelessly swept the white curtain to face them. They were shocked but it only lasts for a second.

I asked myself quietly as I sat up on the couch and folded my legs against my body on the couch as my mind slowly started to wander against my own will. This man singing on the television has got nothing on Luca, whether I’d like to admit it or not. Was it the eyes? The man singing had yellowish eyes that looked so much like a cat’s — compared to that of Luca which was a dark grey color. The fact that I had never seen that color of eyes on any other person made it really more unique to me, and coupled with the fact that it suited him so well, fitting so perfectly well with his eyes, and making his gaze appear more intense, more sharper and more hypnotizing than any other eyes I’ve ever seen