Lonesome Dove Pea Eye Novels & Stories

23 "Ok, ok, relax, '' Anamika picked up the boxes and kept them on the bed , and brought two glasses and a cold drink. Then once settled, they ate the cheese pizza followed by the spicy chicken wings. The tears were flowing from the eyes but still both the girls were enjoying the spicy chicken. They washed down everything with cold drinks.

Dove asks. “Yes,” I answer truthfully. “Finch is better than me. In every single way. I am less without him. I will never stop missing him. Don’t put Ren in the same position I am in right now.” Dove looks around at the fire being held back by the water. “I destroyed the packhouse,” she says. “It was done in grief. Everyone will understand. I will make them understand,” I promise her. Dove takes off her locket and throws it into a flame at a back window.

In a blink of an eye, I can read everyone's secrets, but with this woman in front of me, her eyes were similar to an empty can. No matter how deep I go further into her eyes, I see nothing but endless emptiness as though she has nothing to hide, nothing to tell. "Then I believe I am in the right room and person," she added with a wholehearted smile on her face. "One million dollars in exchange for your truth!" instead of her proposing her price to me, I was the one who proposed to her. And I am willing to spend more than that in exchange for her secret. There is something in this woman that intrigued me the most. I never met someone's eyes as mysterious as hers.

Ricco For a moment I thought I was in an action movie as the shots fired echoed from the outside getting more intense, causing damage, and the sound drawing closer. Who the hell has the guts to infiltrate my house? The person must have a death wish which I would be happy to grant. "Fuck," I cursed under my breath. I looked at Dove, deep beneath her almond-shaped hazel eyes. No resistance, no fire just fear for her life, probably her first time so close to war, and it’s all my fault.

Claude smirks knowingly. "Needed to blow off some steam," I admit. There is nothing particularly remarkable about Dove, the wide eyed girl who wandered into my billiard room last night. Pretty, yes, and relatively interesting to talk to, but I've come across such qualities in others before. No, there is something else about her. Her eyes reached through me, piercing deeper than skin and muscle and bone. She's left a lasting impression, a mark of sorts. And it's bothering me; akin to a tiny stone stuck in my shoe.

I don't know how she scored the job at this young age but I respect her. " Come in " She says I straighten my black belt over my short tight blue gown before opening the door. I move in and close the door silently before facing a beautiful woman. " Ms Dove " Ms Brahms calls and smiles. Are you lost ?. Don't worry let me fill you in. Yes my name is callum but my first name Dove. My name is weird because both my first and last name means the same thing. Callum means Dove too. My mum named me by the first bird she saw when she gave birth to me. It means purity.

Call me when you are ready <3 Who the fuck was Dylan and what did he do to Dove?

"I was just about to bring this up. This is our only real lead so far. The deceased has a scar on the ankle. DNA comparison takes time, but adding this detail will speed up the process." Patrick frowned slightly. "Aubree has a scar on her ankle too if I remember correctly…" Patrick wasn't just my parents' old partner. He had also been our next-door neighbor for over 20 years. That scar on my ankle? I got it when I was riding on the back of his bicycle, and my foot got caught in the wheel.

10, 1981 Heavenly Cemetery A woman dressed in black stood at the grave, glancing at the tombstone. Esper Brinson's name was etched in memory of her. Most women believe that love is life, but Angela believes that love is a killer. A small 45-caliber pistol with an 8-round magazine was in her bag. She was carrying a photograph of a handsome man who was smiling at her. Leonardo Vera, you're going to die soon. She walked away, leaving the photo on top of the niche. Thoughts were running around in her head. We only have one life, and today, on my last day of freedom, I will kill a man. A man who believed that money could save him from death.

"WHOA!'' A collective gasped from the crowd. Heart shaped face. Angled, full black eyebrows and thick, long eyelashes. High, thin and pointed nose. Natural rosy cheeks. Velvety honey skin. And most importantly, her charmer asset, pair of amber eyes. Approximately less than a million of the world population possess such a rare color of eyes. It just happens, Care is one of the blessed few. She possesses a beauty unrivaled, too. How perfect can she be! People pushed and pulled against each other competing to give her their good graces. "Truly, diamond of the first water." Skylar complimented, taking her hand to kiss it. The gentleman is a Rivas, an heir to their mining and construction busines