Through The Eyes Of Ruby Novels & Stories

That was possibly the most messed up part. Ruby kept her eyes straight and walked ahead, trying to avoid eye contact at all cost, everything subtle. She walked through the work area without having anyone try to speak to her and when she reached the end of the work area, she felt the panic rise. How is she supposed to slip through that door unseen when everyone's eyes were on her. That was anything but an easy task now and she needed to think of a way.

Owen’s POV Ruby is still in my arms, almost lifeless, and Möbius keeps pacing around the meeting chambers. My tears are running down my eyes uncontrollably, I can't imagine a life without Ruby. A life where I don't see her mischievous smile, a world where her beautiful eyes are closed. She is the light within me, and if anything happens, my whole being will be darkness from inside out. “Hey asshole, can you say something? My mate doesn’t have much time.” Her breathing is becoming lower and lower by the minute.

Ruby said with a thin smile. Although Ruby said that with a smile, but deep in Ruby’s eyes, her dad could see what she was hiding in her clear, glowing eyes. Besides, a father knows his daughter very well, even if Ruby is perfect at lying, but her dad will never be fooled. From inside her eyes her dad could see that Ruby missed her friends very much, but she did not want to make her friends sad after learning about her condition now.

SEBASTIAN “Can you grant me access to your wolf?” I asked, staring into her striking blue eyes. Ruby flinched, her breath hitching as the uncomfortable look I was becoming too familiar with washed over her. I barely remembered I was driving when I furrowed my brows slightly, staring deeper into her eyes as though the answer lay within them. My wolf, unhelpful as ever, flashed a vivid image of Ruby in her thin nightwear from last night and a tingling sensation danced through me.

Once the violent rush of water settled I landed on my feet and looked at Ruby. “What the hell…” I whispered to myself. She was beautiful, like a nine tailed goddess, and to top it all off she was in her second stage. I couldn’t tell if she even shifted into her first stage before jumping right into the second. Her eyes were still closed as if she didn’t want to open them. “Did I do it? Is something wrong? I don’t want to look…” She comments as she closes her eyes tighter. “Open your eyes and see for yourself.” She slowly opens them and gasps with excitement.

The snow stopped falling. "Riftan," she called out. I turned my head back to see Ruby, holding an umbrella with a stern expression on her face. "What are you doing here in the snow? Do you want to catch a cold or something?" "What... why are you..." "Come on, let's get inside. I'm freezing out here." Once again, her image crossed my mind. Fuck, Ruby looks beautiful. Those golden hair flowing freely against her shoulders. Her piercing green eyes that looked much adorable when she's angry... those scarlet lips.

"Paul! Stop it!" Ruby roared. She darted toward Elliot and stood before him. Paul stopped, but it was clear that he was still furious. "If you kill him, I won't let you live!" Ruby glared at Paul viciously. "You are an outsider! You have no right to involve yourself in matters that concern the Goulds!" The word 'outsider' lanced Paul's heart with pain. He stared at Ruby’s familiar face and felt as though he was looking at a stranger.

It was then she noticed Ruby's eyes were red and swollen, clearly from crying. She asked, "Ruby, why are your eyes so red? Did something happen?"

Her scream echoed through the room, shrill and panicked. "Aaah!" But as soon as she spotted someone behind me, her expression morphed in an instant. Her eyes grew red-rimmed, tears welling up like a tragic heroine. "Emily, I know you despise me, but my child… my child is a life too!" I felt a strong hand seize my wrist, and I turned to find Tristan staring at me, his gaze glacial. "That's enough," he said coldly. "Emily, I asked you to come here for a civil conversation. How could you attack Faye like this?"

She was so frustrated after seeing her again and then losing her. "Lady, who are you?" Angela asked in the dim light, "And what exactly do you expect from me?" She reflected on the situation. She then noticed something. It was initially serene, which she mistook for a breeze. She later realized it was controlled muffled crying. It was emanating from the forbidden veranda. She took a step back, shaken. The wind blew coldly against her skin, making her want to run, but as the crying became clearer, she recognized the voice.