Bright Eyes Shirley Temple Novels & Stories

Her blond hair transformed into blond vines with thrones sticking out. “Shirley? You’re a…… dryard?” Sam asked. “Yes” Shirley answered as her eyes turned blood red and the Styng symbol glow violet on her forehead. Shirley lifter her hand, sprouting silver talons from her fingertips. “I’m sorry, Boys. But I don’t take joy in what comes next.”

She took a few deep breaths and looked at Zackary, who was sitting on the sofa at the side and hadn't said a word, "Are you Mr. Zackary could I trouble your subordinates to put the guns away first?" Zackary raised his eyelids slightly, and his gaze lightly landed on Shirley who was pretending to be calm. The orange light shone on her white skin, making it look even more tender and delicate. Her cute and exquisite facial features were perfectly distributed across her palm-sized face according to the gold ratio. She was only 160 tall, but now she looked very powerful. She was looking at him with sparkling beautiful big eyes. Her unyielding and stubborn eyes also included a clear uneasiness.

His woman had become powerful. Dressed in a white gown, Emily walked slowly toward Satan, accompanied by Bert. The small diamonds on her gown sparkled under the lights, casting tiny glimmers of brilliance. But the brightest glow came from her eyes, resembling a radiant galaxy filled with endless stars. She walked toward Satan with a soft smile, stopping before him.

I had to duck my head in my lap to shield my eyes from the bright rays. More tears pooled in my eyes. Val was busy trying to come up with a solution, and I was starting to feel hopeless. “Sheryl?” I heard the familiar and comforting sounds of my mother’s voice emerging through the darkness. The moonlight danced off her bright and worried features, reflecting her Sherylc and blue eyes. A frown was placed on her lips as she neared me. “Mom?” I asked hoarsely. “Oh, Sheryl bean,” she breathed, picking up her pace. She kneeled on the ground before me, reaching her hands out to grasp mine. “Just breathe, Sheryl. It’s going to be okay. Just take in a deep breath,” she said as she took in a deep bre

Beth's POV As she sat on her chair, piles of Coins were arranged to form towers before her. There were quite a few Bronze Coin Towers, a couple made up of Silver Coins, and finally… … A Golden Coin Tower! Her face beamed with joy like that of a child playing with their favorite toy. Sylvia had dark ebony skin, black hair, and intense black eyes. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, but Sylvia’s dark irises showed nothing, prompting many to call her soulless.

I couldn’t stop staring at Blair. Her blonde hair glistened like spun gold in the sunlight, framing her face delicately. Her shades were a rich shade of purple that reminded me of her dress, a deep violet colour that made her blue eyes seem even bluer, like diamonds, like sapphires. Her dress shimmered and sparkled like liquid jewels.

Was she showing it that clearly? "Mr. Rupert, you misunderstand. I just think... I don't understand anything about the business world. If you are hoping to gain something from me, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed," Shirley said, lowering her head. Her fingernails were neat and clean, trimmed meticulously without any color or patterns, tapping lightly on the table. But it was these hands that instantly drew Rupert's gaze. Rupert's amber eyes suddenly contracted! This habit! It was exactly the same as Susan's! When Susan was anxious, she would instinctively make such movements!

Valerie muttered. I pulled up from the bed, interested in what she had to say. "What do you mean?" She looked at Sheila and walked toward the bed. Her hands fell on Sheila's forehead, and she closed her eyes. Her lips moved, whispering a few chants. Then Valerie opened her eyes. Her eyes were glowing a bright purple. She kept on muttering chants until she was done. Her eyes lost their glow and it became normal. Valerie jerked her hand away from Sheila's forehead.

Wasn't she too beautiful? The beautiful woman in the painting looked like in her early twenties. Her light blonde hair was in an updo bun that made her face fully exposed. Her pale blue eyes were filled with wisdom and grace. With her chin raising, she gave off an aura of a majestic queen. "She was pretty, wasn't she?" Shirley said while staring at the painting in admiration. Pretty? What pretty? She was majestic! Wow! She hadn't seen someone as beautiful as her! And to think that she was her grandmother!

I smile sweetly at him. she scoffs" whatever". I feel little fingers poke me, I turn to my right "Yes?". "Are you really blind?". Jesse's little sister, Jessica whispers "Yes, I am". " So, you can't see when I make this face.........or this face.....or this one?". I laugh "Nope, but I can hear you and tell you are making silly faces". " So do you see like, just black? or do you see purple like your eyes"