Bright Eyes Shirley Temple Novels & Stories

Nyla's eyes narrowed as she stopped halfway with her hair straightener, her gaze piercing mine in the mirror. She slipped into a green sleeveless blazer, the vibrant color accentuating her radiant complexion. The fitted white pants hugged her curves, showcasing her effortless elegance. Her features, bare of makeup, glowed with a natural warmth. The gentle light danced across her skin, highlighting the subtle contours of her face. As she moved, her eyes sparkled, their brightness seeming to intensify with each passing year.

I just need… Blue eyes form behind my eyes, I close mine tightly willing the image to disappear. I open my eyes quickly and flip Bailey over, looking into her dig doe browns. I wildly buck into her, but her face becomes blurry and the image of a blonde with those electric blues comes flooding back skewing my vision.

She then reached to the inside of her eye, and in one practiced movement, her amber eye came off completely. Shannon stared in horror at the mirror. The reflection of Sabrina’s clear blue eye staring back at her.

Emily paused, her focus shifting entirely to the screen. “She’s really pretty,” she whispered to herself. She watched as Sophie effortlessly showed a radiant smile lighting up the television. She couldn't help but be struck by Sophie's undeniable beauty—long and lustrous blonde hair, blue eyes, and soft features. The woman was like a living Barbie with her beauty.

**POV Eleanor** "Done! I'm finished!" Amber smiled, satisfied as she saw the results of her work reflected in the mirror. "What do you think?" she asked, smiling, expecting me to give her some praise. Amber had lightly applied makeup to Alice, highlighting her beautiful light eyes. She made sure to apply a touch of purple eyeshadow under the lower eyelid to give the appearance of sleepless nights. Her red hair was lightly tousled and styled in a loose updo, giving a more natural look.

I sensed anxiety dancing in her eyes. “And you, Miss Muriel. Do you also love listening?” Scarlett’s twin sister, Skylar faced me. They were identical but with a noticeable difference. While Scarlett has large eyes, Skylar has close-set, small, light brown eyes that peered into everyone else’s eyes. She has the same hairstyle and color as Scarlett. Both were wearing similar dresses. Only if you look into their eyes will you know who is who. I looked at all the eyes on me and a lump formed in my throat. Why did she notice me?

"Don't thank me! It's all thanks to you that I'm loaded right now!" We all laughed while bantering with each other. Once Cher went to bed, Lucy finally brought up the incidents that had happened in the country during my absence. It had been a long time since Sylvia had caused any trouble. The Lamberts dared not openly give her financial support to stabilize the price of their shares. "I heard that someone recognized Sylvia when she was out buying instant ramen for herself. Many people cornered her and beat her up.

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.

It's uncanny how similar they are. Her sparkling big eyes and that delicate nose are almost identical to Margaret's, as if they were carved from the same mold. Mr. Clarke's cloudy eyeballs were instantly filled with tears. If it weren't for his wife pinching him on the back, he would have almost lost control of his emotions. "Good, good, really nice." Mrs. Clarke's eyes were also moist, but she managed to control her emotions well. With a voice that sounded aged, carrying the taste of time's sediment, she kindly and gently said, "You look really pretty, even better than on television."

The blistering heat radiating from her skin began to fade, replaced by a normal, healthy warmth. Amberly went completely still in my arms. "Amberly?" Pulling back slightly, I cupped her wet face. Her eyes were closed. Her chest rose and fell in a slow, steady rhythm. "Hey," I murmured, tapping her cheek gently. "Open your eyes." Her eyelashes fluttered. When she opened her eyes, the dark brown irises were gone. A brilliant, blinding silver light flashed across her pupils, illuminating the dim bathroom. The color held for a long, breath-stealing second before slowly fading back to her natural deep brown.