The Apple Of My Eye Mga Nobela at Kwento

Arrow's eyes flicked towards me, his expression thoughtful, like the soft, gentle gaze of a summer sunbeam that seemed to illuminate every detail. "Yeah, baby, everything is not clear to me," he said, his voice slow and measured, like the soft, gentle pace of a summer afternoon. "And I see something is fishy too," he added, his eyes narrowing, like the soft, gentle focus of a sunbeam that seemed to pierce through the darkness.

He pulls me to himself, the kiss is hard, and then he slips the ring on my finger. “Fuck, my heart feels like it’s going to explode.” he tells me. “I have somewhere I would rather you exploded.” He grins, pulling me into himself. “Well, my eyes does look like they want to fuck you until you scream my name.” I take my eyes off the band, to his, sure enough they are darker. “How would you know what your eyes look like?” “I see myself in your eyes, little Alec, always have.” “Because I have only had eyes for you.”

Sarah marveled at the sight of those eyes, a constant reminder of the man who had once been a significant part of her life. Naming him Adam seemed fitting, as he became the apple of everyone's eye, bringing joy and laughter wherever he went. Sarah's parents, devoted grandparents, lived with her, providing love and support as they helped care for the young child. Their presence eased the responsibilities of parenthood, allowing Sarah to balance her career aspirations with the demands of raising a child.

My stomach rumbled suddenly, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Apples," I muttered, scanning the garden. I needed apples. Pregnancy cravings were relentless, and this baby seemed to demand food constantly. My gaze landed on an apple tree in the distance, its branches heavy with ripe fruit. I stood and made my way over, noticing other fruits scattered throughout the garden. It was a paradise, really, but it felt like a gilded cage. Stretching on my tiptoes, I reached for a bright red apple when a soft voice startled me. “Let me help you with that, my lady.”

At this moment Saad remember a poem "The look of love Is in your eyes The look your smile can't disguise The look of love Is saying so much more than just words could ever say And what my heart has heard, Well, it takes my breath away." —Dusty Springfield It suits their situation….. On the other hand Meerab looked at her , her face turned red with blush. The passing moment flashes in front of her eyes, his misty eyes are like the early morning dew when he is overwhelmed with love for me; or when he finds me particularly moving or beautiful, his gentle compassionate look turns his eyes hazel, and his soft eyes express care and concern so often….. "What is wrong with him…. The moment I decide

Clara seemed to be the first one to notice my furious blush," She is turning red." This sentence of hers seemed to manage to bring the focus of those green eyes back on me, there was a barely noticeable twitch at the corner of his lips and I didn't know if it was intentionally flashed at me or not but the wetness between thighs began rising anyways. Shit, Evelyn! Get hold of yourself! "Evelyn is still as cute as she was," He took an apple from the basket and raised it to his mouth, taking a bite as he leaned against the counter staring at me, "Still somewhere the same....little girl."

His parents, who saw this sudden change, stood still, surprised and unprepared for the emotional turmoil he was going through, Alexander's mother didn't care. The tough Alexander, who came in really angry and saying harsh things like a volcano erupting, was now crying a lot like a sad willow tree. He looked up, his face marked with tears like rivers on a landscape. His eyes, which were fierce and full of defiance before, now showed a vulnerable look, asking for understanding that his parents seemed to struggle to grasp.

Today i would be a luckiest and happiest man in this whole word . all fault of mine .. she was beside me but my eyes were looking before them in search of success despite looking beside me that my true success was Amoli .. now she is not beside me , away from me .. now my eyes are searching her .. strange isn't it ! .. yes because our eyes looks before us only , ignoring the things around us .. in future when realisation hit us .. our eyes is the only who shed tears as saying sorry for not looking our precious person . *Knock*