Lonesome Dove Pea Eye Novels & Stories

‎Tall, sun-kissed, curly brown hair that falls into hazel eyes that crinkle when he laughs. ‎He wore a faded Astros T-shirt and the kind of easy grin that makes you believe the world isn’t all sharp edges. ‎He ordered a Lone Star, leaned on the bar, and asked me what song I would play if I could pick anything in the world. ‎I said “Dreams” by Fleetwood Mac because it felt like a dare. ‎He laughed, tipped his head, and said, “Stevie Nicks fan. Dangerous woman.” ‎He came back every Thursday for a month.

For a moment, he sighed and then raised the frames of his drooping glasses to the bridge of his droopy nose. “Please come in, Madam. See! It's a miracle. Your husband is awake and able to speak normally." The doctor stepped out after tapping my shoulder a few times. We look. The doctor's height made me have to look up a little to freely see his face. The wind whistled in my ear. I flinched and turned my gaze to the corner of the room. "Jack!" I cried to myself when I found a man with bare chest and piercing eyes standing like a silhouette in the corner of Kevin's treatment room.

Penelope let out a huge breath, and gazed at her room for one last time before walking out with Eloise. Both Penny and Eloise walked into the sitting room, her eyes fell on the Silver-haired man who was standing and backing her. If only, she had not met him the other evening. As if he could feel her presence, he turned around to face her. His somehow silver eyes were calm and held an expression that no one could understand. She felt like prey and that was a feeling that was driving her crazy.

Every handshake, every smile was a calculated move. Halfway through the evening, a woman approached — tall, silver hair, diamonds that could fund small wars. “Mr. Whitlock,” she purred. “I didn’t expect you to bring company.” “Mrs. Greaves,” he said evenly. “You remember Elara Vale.” Her eyes flicked to me. Recognition. Pity. Maybe envy. “Ah yes, the infamous bride.” I smiled sweetly. “Infamy looks good on me.” Alexander’s mouth twitched — approval disguised as restraint.

This was totally unlike her. “...mate....” Nia whispered, a little louder this time. She broke out of her trance like stasis. “Dee, my mate, he’s here. I can smell him, he smells like … leather and,.... And wood.” Nia’s eyes shone like the night’s sky. Purple bleeding into blue at the edges.

"You're not gonna believe this." Reasonable honestly. Then Elena walked over. God. Looked down. Fair. And screamed. Reasonable. Not a scared scream. God. An offended scream. Fair. Because buried inside the hole— Reasonable honestly. Were her sunglasses. God. Completely buried. Fair. Like treasure. Reasonable. Actual treasure. God. Then silence. Fair. Everyone stared at Peanut. Reasonable honestly. Then Peanut proudly smiled. God. The smile of a criminal mastermind. Fair.

He patted her head and chuckled, "It could be exhaustion. You were nervous about the feast and worried about Megan, you didn't sleep well, remember?" A pair of confused eyes stared back at him. Cole. They seemed to disagree with his rationale yet they were also unsure. Suddenly, the same eyes brightened up as Dove grabbed his hand and said enthusiastically, "Let me go to the cave again, Cole! I'll confirm if it was silver." Cole raised a brow and groaned inwardly. His instant response was no but something inside blocked his voice. He grunted at her pleading eyes and dropped his head in surrender. "Only after you're done with your duties," he muttered.

Stopping, I began to take my pants off, and my little dove looked at me with wide eyes as she asked, “What are you doing?” “What does it look like I am doing? I am going to shift so that I can carry you.” I told her, and her eyes widened even more, telling me she was afraid of this idea. “Urijah look what happened to me the last time that I rode on the back of one of you.” My little dove said to me, and I couldn’t help but leave a growl out thinking about her riding on Ethan’s wolf, as jealousy filled me that she had trusted him, but right now she isn’t having faith in me.

He pulls out a picture of Lash and shows him making Aws laugh. "Yaya I'm sure it's her. I have proof too." Aws shows him a video of Lash gouging out a pure black goat's left eye. Another one follows showing her eating a plant popularly known as poison ivy then her pupils change colors to red and green simultaneously.

Dove said, dropping to the lowest level with a thunk. “What’s it look like down there, Dove?” Chief yelled down. No response, Scythe jumped down followed by Chief and saw why Dove couldn’t answer back. “You three are trespassing and are not welcome here. Turn and leave.” A tall wolf the color of night with glowing yellow eyes said to them. Looking around, Chief and Scythe debated between them who should do what. In the very same moment Scythe broke left, Chief broke right, and Dove split down the middle, ducking between the 5 wolves on front of him.