Leigh Occhi Novels & Stories

He stopped inches away, his calloused hand gripping her chin, forcing her gaze up at him. He wore an expensive designer suit over a faded guayabera, an odd combination that somehow worked on him. Assessing her defiance despite the blood and bruise, a faint smile touched his lips. A scar split his brow like a lightning bolt, and his eyes... God, those eyes – were an ethereal sea-green… no, scratch that, Lola corrected herself mentally. ‘They were the color of a storm-ridden sea.’ “I’ll slit your throat, El Halcón,” Lola spat, her voice dripping with an anger from deep within. “I’ll make you wish you’d never laid eyes on me.”

ALEXANDER ‘MATE!’ Loki and I reveled at the sight of our beautiful mate. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. The girl’s utterly drop-dead gorgeous. She had long dark brown hair that cascaded down her back way past her tiny waist. Fair, smooth looking skin. VERY large breasts and fucking thick thighs I want to lick and caress while we make fucking love. But it was her eyes that held my most attention. They were blood-red, and she was looking at me with those deep gorgeous eyes with a hint of fear and confusion and shock.

After thirty-six months, Leo and Maya smelled permanently of sweet vanilla and warm yeast, a sweet, comforting scent. "Mama! Look! Massive truck!" Three year old Leo Olson pressed his small face entirely against the glass of our low-set living room window, his little fingers leaving a row of smudge marks on the pane. He was a small, wire framed dynamo of energy, possessed of his aunt’s athletic build and a thick mop of dark, wavy hair that refused to stay flat no matter how much water I combed through it. But it was his eyes that made my heart stutter every single morning. They weren't brown like mine, or soft blue like Katherine’s. They were a piercing, crystalline, icy blue ones.

"No buts. He's my mate and that's fate. End of story." "So- you're the Luna of Blood Moon Pack?!" At the moment, the world stood still. I'm.. the Luna? I had forgotten. I had forgotten I was supposed to be the Luna. A Luna. I threw a shattered glass at him and it scratched his face. "Hey! Anna! What the hell. This face costs a fortune you know!" "Like anyone is gonna see it." "Tsk tsk." He got up and looked through the windows. "Beautiful view you have. "

Damon quizzes “Why not? It was my time to put my stamp on the world beyond my house and I wanted to be notice so for most of the time outside of home I had 2 different coloured eyes! And I thought it looked amazing!” I giggled “Your already have the most beautiful eyes” Damon said as he cupped my face to kiss me “I know it sounds dumb now but back then I thought it was cool, once my family died I couldn’t keep using them, the crying made them hurt my eyes!” My tone went to sadness and my eyes filled with tears

She felt the weight of their gazes on her, the whispers drifting through the air like leaves in a gentle breeze. Among the crowd, Arlo stood tall, his presence radiating strength and confidence. The moment their eyes met, time seemed to freeze. Lune could see the warmth and adoration in his gaze, which sent a wave of reassurance washing over her. It was as if the rest of the world faded away, leaving only the two of them in that sacred space. The whispers faded, and all she could focus on was the love that seemed to envelop them both.

He held a vicious glint and blood lust while hers, terror. Green against the grey. And just like that his eyes held hers and stared into her green eyes. He goes blank as he looked at the teen in his arm. Her teary eyes looked into his as if she had accepted her fate. His grey eyes widened slightly, clearly mesmerized by the beauty of her green orbs. His eyes make a quick assessment of her face. Tiny freckles scattered all over her nose and by its sides. Those small brown dots on her face looked clear as fresh tears kept constantly rolling down her face. Her cheeks flushed and red. She had a small pointy nose.

Romero never forgot the beautiful little girl with the unusual cat's eyes, he remembered his Nonna had told him that her eyes were very special because newborns should have blue eyes. Juliette’s eyes were a deep emerald green mixed with molten gold, it had spooked his Nonna when she first saw them and she had gone to the nearby little church to say a rosary. She had brought back the local Priest and he blessed the baby and sprinkled her with Holy Water as he prayed fervently. It had made Romero laugh because she had screamed her outrage at having the cold water thrown over her waving her tiny fists in anger at the Priest it had taken all his young patience to calm her and rock her back to sl

“Finally! You are back where you belong.” The cold voice whispered darkly in the dim lighted room. Oceanic blue orbs clashed with the hypnotic brown ones, one pair of eye filled with relief while other were other was almost void of any emotion, only some anger flickering in them.