Bright Eyes Shirley Temple Novels & Stories

Shirley excused herself from the gathering and went into her bathroom. She washed her face continuously and stared into the mirror. "What makes Lucy perfect for this mission than me. Just because of 40,00dollars, everyone has high hopes in her" She said bitterly . She fell into a past trance remembering how men forced themselves on her. She was a gentle and innocent girl who just went to the market to buy candy. Who knew those disgusting creatures will kidnap and transfer her to another country. Tears rolled down from her eyes as she took a knife from her bathroom cupboard.

It wasn't only humans with the annoying habit of putting people down. Her name was Ebony and she was absolutely beautiful, even with the massive square-shaped, thick-rimmed glasses she wore. Her complexion reminded me of brown caramel and her eyes were a liquid hazel color. She had chubby cheeks which doubled in size when she flashed us her perfect, white teeth, and her hair was always kept in braids that were cropped short with silver beads embellishing them.

The droning music seemed to grow louder and I felt dizzy. Emily (or whoever she was), leaned close to me, her button nose touching my ear as she whispered. 'You can close your eyes if you want, but it won't really matter.' The spiral on the screen slowly faded out. I don't remember everything I saw next, but I remember it was a mix of things. There was the kind of stuff you'd expect—slaughterhouse footage, images of war and Nazis marching, stuff like that, but there were also brighter images. I remember pretty clearly that there was a blonde woman at one point, her clothing, hair and the black and white footage made me think it was from the sixties. She was singing silently on a stage, and w

It was subtle but sophisticated, as everything about her was. Her almond-shaped eyes were dark and deep. They focused on the piano without ever blinking. Shylie's eyes were the eyes of someone who always saw everything, who was rarely surprised. But as her fingers first made contact with the keys, it was clear that this wasn't a performance. This was Shylie, laid bare in every note she played.

"MRS LEVRONE, CAN you hear me? Blink if you can hear me." "Emily..." Emily groaned and blinked slowly. Her vision was blurry and focused. "Mrs Levrone, can you hear me?" She groaned and nodded, the action sent a wave of pain through her entire skull. She whimpered and sank back into the pillow. "Easy, easy," the gentle voice said to her. "Keep your eyes closed, okay?" She obeyed, and kept her eyelids together.

she screeched. I almost peed myself when her eyes flashed a burnt yellow before returning to their normal dark brown. What was she? I’d only seen the eyes of those two vampires during my attack, but I didn’t think they were flashing light exactly like that. The vampires repetitively flashed more red. Vivian’s eyes had only briefly turned a definite burnt yellow before returning to their normal dark brown. Her facial features were also not distorted. In fact, I had to admit she was quite the beauty. If I had to describe her, I’d say she was a mixture of Amanda Seyfried and Angelina Jolie. She displayed the body type and spoiled cuteness of being that Amanda Seyfried carried off so well

The sound came from Nelly, her bright smile and sparkling eyes a stark contrast to the initial fright she had given me. Nelly's eyes shone with excitement as she bounced up and down, her ponytail bobbing behind her. Beside her, Brittany stood serenely, her emerald eyes observing the scene with a quiet intensity. Her blond hair cascaded down her back in soft waves, framing her heart-shaped face.

Nezeira felt the restlessness and said, "Is there something bothering you princess?" Euphenia, "Ohhhhh, actually I do have a question." Nezeira looked at her and said, "Please ask." Euphenia, "I have heard about Your Highness many times. Especially about your eyes. But….." Nezeira, "I wear black contacts. Trying not to draw too much attention." Euphenia gleamed and replied, "No wonder!" Nezeira, "So, what do have to share regarding these Beasts?"

“When you have got a stable point with the international expansion, please take some of your allotted holiday allowance. You work too much and it’s having an effect on your health. Look in the mirror.” Flynn looked at the mirror above the mantelpiece and saw a very pale face, dark eyebags and brown hair. It was true that he didn’t look very healthy. He hated his own reflection with a passion. It was possible that Henry had noticed his habit of averting his eyes whenever he caught sight of his own reflection. He had developed the skill of fixing his eyes on a particular point on mirrors whenever he needed to shave or arrange his hair. He had mirror avoidance down a fine art.

Iris THE YOUNG girl was trapped inside the glass-walled room. When her body began to tremor. She wrapped her arms around herself as she spun around looking for an exit, but there wasn’t any that her unique blue eyes could find. “M-mom?” Her voice was shaking. “Mom, I’m s-scared. Can you please come and get me out of here?” she pleaded and cried. Her chin and lips trembled, but no one seemed to hear her pleas.