The Apple Of My Eye Novels & Stories

Anyway, I don't know why am thinking of that when today was supposed to be a day to celebrate for me. As I look in the mirror, I see an image of the most beautiful woman in the world.Dont get me wrong, am not boasting but am very confident in my looks Alhamdulillah. With my Niqab in place, my onyx eyes sparked and looked livelier than ever from the outside. If I am allowed to praise my eyes, I would say...Ayouni ghazal (the gazelle’s eyes). Tihihi.But my eyes are hollow and my heart was bleeding.

The purple-eyed man whispered, shouldering past after his long fingers had curled around Alexander’s taller shoulders and I rolled my eyes, pretending to think it over. “Somewhere with a lot of sand, where I can sip apple juice and eat grapes like a damned billionaire mafia goddess,” I tittered, batting my eyelashes coyly at the man before his face broke into a grin and he caught my hand, drawing me into his chest before he dipped his head to look me in the eye and the rush of adrenaline made my heart beat faster. “Anything for you, my Athena,” Alexander whispered, his almond-shaped green eyes raking over mine for a second before his fingers came up to cup my cheeks.

It's probably the nicest looking one on the entire tree and I'll be damned to let it escape me. I stretched out my hand towards it but dang it, I couldn't reach it. I stretched as far as I could go but yet, I couldn't grasp it like I badly wanted to. It was so close yet so far away. It almost felt like that one apple was taunting me and I'm not one to back out from a fight nor get mocked by one stupid juicy looking apple. "You just watch, I'm gonna enjoy eating you, You little delicious looking......." I heard myself say before the rest of my words trailed off when I realized I was literally speaking to an Apple with so much Intent.

The apple didn’t fall too far from the tree after all. “Well,” he drawled, slowly emerging from the shadows. His eyes were the first feature that I noticed. Sharp cerulean blue eyes that were hard and devoid of warmth or compassion or gentleness. He looked at me as if I was placed on this earth as his own personal toy for him to do with as he wished. “Did I do something wrong, Alpha Mick?” I asked, bowing my head in deference because it was expected, not because I actually respected him. The direct approach was often the best way to go about things, especially if I had no idea what in the hell he was talking about. This time was no different.

, she said, she looked up at him with sad eyes, “…but you could not” He took her hand and lifted it towards his mouth and took a bite of the apple, he savoured the taste in his mouth, all the while his eyes not leaving hers. He took another bite and let the juice of the apple trickle down his lips, his tongue slipped out and caught the juice before it trickled down further. Her eyes hooded watching him eat the apple, he was deliberately teasing her.

Fuck, what the hell is even going on with me? I gulp, our eyes still locked into each other as another silence hovers between us. It is strange that I do not want to even say anything now, to just maintain this silence as I continue staring into her deep honey brown eyes with those little white specks that have always captivated me more than I have ever wanted to admit. Since that first day they shone with some much anger at me as she shoved those apples to my chest, I have always been fascinated by them. And now, I am really trying so hard to speak. To say something tangible.

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

Marcus stared at me immediately. There were flashes of shock, fear, and uneasiness in his eyes. I forced out a smile. "You know what I'm like. I've never lied to you. Besides, I don't know how to act. After all, you of all people know how tiring it is to put up an act, right?" Marcus didn't doubt me at all. He believed every word I said, just like how I once believed he'd remain loyal to me forever.

I longed for the chance to witness the miracle of new life, to be a father to this precious being. "I love you, Abebi. You will always be the apple of my eye," I concluded, my heart pouring into every letter, every word. The depth of my affection for her was immeasurable, and at that moment, I wanted her to know the profound impact she had made on my life. Our time together, though fraught with danger and uncertainty, had been filled with a love that transcended boundaries.

After my eyes were plucked out, I lay on the operating table with two empty sockets on my face, resembling that of a broken doll. Samuel Sterling felt no guilt. He picked up my eyes to examine them and praised them, saying, "Daeleen was right. These really are a beautiful pair of eyes! I promised you, Daeleen. I will make all your wishes come true." As the anesthesia's effect slowly wore off, I could not help but cry out in pain. Samuel finally turned his attention to me as if blaming me for interrupting his memories of Daeleen.