The Apple Of My Eye Novels & Stories

William Shakespeare once said, “Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.”. Falling in love was one mistake I made, I fell in love with a monster, the devil himself. Face to face with death, yet the only voice I hear in my head is his. I guess to understand my story, We have to start from the beginning.

"Don't worry. How could I possibly let another woman into our home and make you sick?" Looking into his eyes, which were brimming with affection, I felt the storm in my stomach quiet down. Inch by inch, I withdrew my hand from his grasp and held his gaze. My voice was as light as a breeze, yet it also carried a chill that could tear everything apart as I asked, "Is that so? But she can eat the little bunny-shaped apples you slice?"

Her body shuddered in awareness, while she had been yelling and snapping and bawling almost altogether, he had been so cool watching as all her features bounced in his front. If they were apples, it would have fallen and he would have gone for the kill, but no, these particular apples, never fall down, they stay there for days, months and years to come, which makes it hard to pluck since you have to directly go to it's root, and you won't pluck, you could only take a bite. "Why does he find everything I'm saying funny?", she thought inwardly. His heavily hooded eyes of stormy blue-black gaze, raked over her possessively and she felt the power of his eyes, searching and stripping her off her

I said moving my eyes to her. She suddenly laughed. “What?” I asked looking confused. “Don’t tell me you are still thinking about what happened yesterday” she said. “Yesterday?” I asked. “The dancers” replied Apple. “OH” I said. “To tell you the honest truth I thought they were going to mug us” said Apple. “Yeah” I replied. She then turned back then quickly looked back at me all red. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “Sorrow” she said in a whisper.

I think I'm going to stay for just two days at this school. I was about riding off when my eye caught a passenger in the front of the bus. the only passenger there actually. Her head was leaned on the window and her eyes were closed but I could tell she wasn't sleeping cause she kept smiling and scrunching her nose and I could have sworn I saw her pout her lips for a split second. As if she had just kissed somebody. It's like she's day dreaming and In that moment She looked so peaceful like nothing could harm her.

This soft, plump lips. My eyes travelled back to hers and I caught her staring at my lips too before her eyes met mine. She blinked, still sobbing a little as I took the hint to move closer to her face until our nose met. I studied her eyes and saw just how much she missed and love me. To think that she went through a lot from giving birth without me by her side to raising our little boy alone with Jack, I realized just how much this lady really meant to me. "I love you. Always... and forever." I whispered just above her lips before I claimed them with mine, savoring her rosy lips passionately.

The moment I pushed the door open, my mother’s screaming hit me. "How long will you keep up this pathetic act, Kressa? You are perfectly fine!" My mother jabbed a finger toward my face, her eyes filled with a disappointment colder than any anger. "You are a healing priestess, blessed by the gods themselves! You were always our sweet, compassionate child... How could you stoop so low? Trying to steal your sister's life-saving Golden Apple out of pure, ugly jealousy!"

The kind that says I see you and I am glad and this is everything and I will not make it weird. When she pulls back her eyes are doing something. "Do not," I say. "I am not doing anything," she says. "Your eyes are doing something," I say. "They are fine," she says, blinking rapidly. "Completely fine. Dust." "Hackney dust." "Notorious for it," she says.

My fingers typed at lightning speed as I replied. Hazell Eyes: Remember that popular adage? Absence makes the heart grow fonder; a little time not seeing me might make you love me even more. Crow Boy: If I love you any more than I do right now, you might as well get a remote and control me manually; hazel eyes. Now come meet me here before I have to kidnap you again.

I shout internally before shoving at his chest. He releases me in complete shock and I wipe my face before locking eyes with him. This is it. Be firm. Tell him. We are going to have a pup and he can't change that even if he wants to. "SNIFF THE AIR! My scent has changed, Atticus. If you press your ear to my stomach you can hear it also. We are expecting an Alpha already. I will have this pup. I love him. He is mine," I shout desperately before turning away from him to sob once more.