Romans & histoires Since I First Laid Eyes On You

First Day Eleven wakes up from a deep sleep, finally she can feel sleep without her father's shadow again, although she still wakes up at night when she hears something but this time her sleep is much better than the previous days. She sat down on her bed and rubbed her eyes, her messy hair making her look adorable.

They wanted to be put to rest this very second, but my mind still refused to do so. "Putli, I love you." I said slowly. Putli is Zara. I called her that because she had Princess at the end of her name, but I couldn't pronounce Princess properly. "I love you. I love you." I said again. "Sorry, if I can't express my feelings to you. That's because I'm making up for my gratitude to the Clivton family. I don't want them, especially Bryan to be disappointed because I like you. I was forced to harbor these feelings a long time ago. More precisely 5 years ago, when Bryan showed me your photo and told me everything about you. Immediately I liked you. Maybe this is what is called 'love at first sight

She already had an idea and she didn't need to as the next second, Gaia spoke again. "Our Hades here fell in love at first sight when he saw Neith." Jupiter, Kali, and Guanyin immediately turned their heads to Hades as soon as they heard Gaia's words. Hades glared at Gaia. If he could kill Gaia with his look, he would have already done so. The four people on the table just kept looking at Hades while he lowered his head in slight shame as well as to hide his blushing face.

One Two Three I jumped, in that instant everything had seemed to stop, I looked around me in slow motion and my eyes were on Nicholas Miller's face, I felt saved by him and so it was, like a hero without a cape or sword he had rescued me, his tousled hair in slow motion made him look so beautiful and those eyes that shone even more with the rays of the sun hitting his face made me vibrate in his arms. I closed my eyes with satisfaction.

My head banging from the sight of seeing them together on my matrimonial bed, our matrimonial bed. “ Your opinion doesn’t matter, Olivia. It doesn’t.” He said, his voice so calm that I felt the crazy urge to pounce on him and pluck his eyes out. “ How dare you?.” I yelled admist my tears, my voice cracking as I paced up and down the room, thinking of what to do. “ How dare I what?.” He questioned and I clenched my teeth in anger, squeezing my palms into fists.

He just listens, really listens, and something warm and achy blooms inside me because even though it’s hard to believe, he believes me. “The first time I saw you at the full moon ball, I thought you seemed familiar. Your eyes they seemed familiar." I recall the exact moment when I saw him, for a moment, I was confused because how could a stranger felt so familiar. “But I didn’t pay much attention to you."

“I’ve loved you since the first time I set my eyes on you! How could I kill you when I’m so in love with you that I can barely think straight?! Is it that hard for you to see it?!” His eyes were wide with disbelief. “What?”

I say looking at my hands that are in my lap. He doesn't say anything for a few seconds. "Why did you?" he asks looking at me. I shrug "I was scared" I say honestly. "Scared? Of what?" He asks. "Of hurting you" I say finally getting the courage to look him in the eyes. Matt's eyes widen at my words. "Hurting me?" He says but it comes out more as a question. "You thought that you meeting with your family would hurt me?" He asks with a look of hurt in his eyes.

“Okay, I first saw you when you came with your dad to sign a contract deal with me. I guess you can't remember because all you were focused on was signing the contract and didn't even acknowledge my presence. Immediately I set my eyes on you, I first got captured by your beauty and composure. It was love at first sight and I swore at that instant to make you mine. Even from your look, I knew you were rude and sassy and it's not going to be easy to get you but I made up my mind.

My arms serve as a cage but also a shield around her. The airy scent I've come to know is Beggars, wafts through my nose as I sway her in my arms. Her shakes become weaker until she's just still, but I don't give her the choice to go under, “Wanna know why I call you Beauty?” “No,” she croaks softly. “When I first saw you, it was your eyes that held me captive. I've never seen black eyes on such pale skin before. I just stood there staring at you from all the way across the road, do you know that?”