Lonesome Dove Pea Eye Novels & Stories

Dove followed suit, her strap-on erupting inside Reby's ass as she came with a scream of ecstasy. Reby hung limply in the chair, her body ravaged and used. Dove untied her, letting her fall to the floor in a heap. "There, now you're truly broken," Dove said, kicking Reby's limp form. "No one else will want you now. You're mine, forever."

The kind that says I see you and I am glad and this is everything and I will not make it weird. When she pulls back her eyes are doing something. "Do not," I say. "I am not doing anything," she says. "Your eyes are doing something," I say. "They are fine," she says, blinking rapidly. "Completely fine. Dust." "Hackney dust." "Notorious for it," she says.

They bathed together, ate together, and went shopping together, just like what a couple deeply in love would do. I didn't make a scene as I simply watched them show off their affection in silence. With five more days left in the divorce's waiting period, Julian suddenly suggested climbing a snow-covered mountain. He insisted that I come, too. Halfway up, Evelyn had left to get something, leaving Julian and me alone. The gentleness on his face vanished at once, replaced by a cold stare. "Why are you still hanging around here? Do you really think Evelyn will fall for you eventually?"

Before long, the stock of the Goldberg Corporation plummeted, leaving the company teetering on the edge of bankruptcy. The wheel of fortune, indeed, had turned. One day, Tristan intercepted me as I exited my art gallery. The last exhibit had been two months ago, and now, seeing him slouched and a shadow of his former self, it was hard to believe this was the same golden boy who once lit up every room he entered. One hand hovered over his damaged eye as he spoke, his voice raw and unsteady. "Emily, it's over between me and Faye," he murmured, practically pleading.

CINNAMON DOVE turned to me completely and I noticed that she was glowing with joy. Her face was rounder than Dante’s, softer, but they shared the same eyes. Same smile. They could be mistaken for twins up close. "I'm amazing," she said. "Truly. And it makes me so happy for you and Dante. I used to be afraid he’d never know true love. That he’d just work himself to death and let nobody in. But now I don’t have to worry because he has the best woman on earth.”

I wrinkled my face, glancing around to notice what he was examining. We had stopped on the side of the road, and I was looking over at what he was viewing—Arzhel and Parker, stranded with their car that had broken down, the hood lifted up and Parker just gazing at it as if it was some complex math problem he simply couldn't solve. "Hey, look at these clowns," Troy laughed, shaking his head as we pulled up alongside them. Arzhel wiped his hands on his jeans and gave Troy a really annoyed look. "Of course it’s you guys."

There are a few that I am familiar with, but they are coffee. "See anything you like?" I shake my head. "How about this one? He points to the drink that says Amethyst Delight. "It's lemonade with lavender. Might help you relax a bit with everything." I smile my agreement and nod my head. He grabs the menu and goes to put in our order with the barista.

I nodded. "Your wish is my command, my Queen. I'll take my blindfold now," I warned everybody else, and touched the knot Sohan made before then began to unmake it. Folding it and putting it on my lap, I blinked, getting used to the light again. I heard lots of gasps, probably because most people here have never seen my eyes, they must be mesmerized.

She could sense someone or something watching her, it was a weird presence and she couldn't quite pinpoint the position as it came from everywhere. 'Who could it possibly be?' Katie wondered, her eyes narrowing as she looked around. Her thoughts raced to make sense of the situation. But a voice interrupted her thought. "Katie," Oprah called. “What are you doing?" "Oh it's nothing, just taking in the view," Katie replied but Oprah noticed her unease. “Hmm, I don't think so. Maybe I should just take a peek,” Oprah said and her eyes glowed silver. Oprah was a Mindflayer and could read people's minds but it required eye contact, so Katie hurried to hide her face.

“But what?” “Jinx Armstrong had his left kidney ripped unbelievably yet violently from his body. A transplant was needed to save his life, and the only available donor was the deceased Marie Vermilion. Furthermore, his left eye might not function perfectly since his retina was damaged beyond repair” “Marie? Deceased?” Leo repeated in disbelief—Marie truly died in the car accident, huh?