The Apple Of My Eye Novels & Stories

I can’t take my eyes off him. "Different worlds are not enough to keep us apart." I stared at him as he said those words to me. I can smell his enchanting scent because of how close we are to each other. His face was blurry. The only thing that I could see clearly are his eyes; those eyes that express more than one emotion. Eyes that sparkle the same way the fireflies danced around us. It’s as if I can see through his soul because of it. We are smiling at each other while lying on the grass, under the bright full moon.

I love my eyes when you look into them. I love my name when you say it. I love my heart when you touch it. I love my life when you are in it. —Unknown The ringing of a cell phone on the nightstand about a foot from my head woke me from a pleasant dream. Needing to shut it up as soon as possible, I blindly swiped out my hand and captured the bleating device. Somehow I was able to slide my thumb across the front and answer it without cracking open a single eye.

His blue eyes met with mine and the air became thick with tension. Slowly, the Alpha stood up from his chair, his eyes still glued to mine as if something was connecting our eyes, and growled out. "Mate"l

I froze, mid bite of the yellow apple that I’d just ripped from its tree. The air grew instantly cooler as wind whipped around me, blowing my untied robe open. Goosebumps prickled my skin. Turning around slowly, I met the chest of a very tall, broad-shouldered man. I instinctively took a step back, removing the apple from my mouth, but refusing to chew the bite that lingered in my mouth. I raised my eyes to his face, noticing icy blue eyes. But as I stared, they appeared to dance beneath the moonlight. Similar to when you dip black ink into water, and it bleeds into the clear liquid.

The others growl but no one else moves as I stare into the male's angry, but frightened eyes. "That bastard promised us lands! We want our own pack, but we won't take from good Alphas," the male growls and I feel pity as I tighten my grip. These guys are dirty, but they aren't monsters. They were looking for information and unfortunately found my father. "My son doesn't care what your goals are. He only worries about my interests," Rupert snaps, and the others growl. "Son. Figures. The Apple doesn't fall far does it, boys," the leader says and his group spews hateful words at me.

I said in my head and let out a soft chuckle. After my shoot, Harvis called me to his office, and when I got there, his eyes were busy on the Apple computer before him. "Apple of my eyes," he said without looking up and lifted his hands as if in a shake. "Hello," I mumbled shyly. " Hello baby, come sit on my lap," he said and I pretended not to hear the last part of what he said. He looked up from the screen and tapping on his lap, he repeated, "Come sit here."

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.”

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.