Bright Eyes Shirley Temple Novels & Stories

She could sense someone or something watching her, it was a weird presence and she couldn't quite pinpoint the position as it came from everywhere. 'Who could it possibly be?' Katie wondered, her eyes narrowing as she looked around. Her thoughts raced to make sense of the situation. But a voice interrupted her thought. "Katie," Oprah called. “What are you doing?" "Oh it's nothing, just taking in the view," Katie replied but Oprah noticed her unease. “Hmm, I don't think so. Maybe I should just take a peek,” Oprah said and her eyes glowed silver. Oprah was a Mindflayer and could read people's minds but it required eye contact, so Katie hurried to hide her face.

Exhaling I let my eyes shift and my ability started to work. I saw people laughing and talking, sitting on desks. There was others working hard on the computers and a stunning woman was walking into the building as I let my eyes scan the room for any clues while my foresight was in full swing. There she was walking through the doors. She was tall and elegant, pure white hair that was so very long, her smile was pure and innocent, her eyes were the most amazing green, with mother of pearl streaks through them. She was truly a gift from the goddess. That had to be Ophelia, Savannah's mother, can definitely see where she got her eyes from.

“Yes, I –” Just then, Gideon grimaced, groaned, and came. Briley forced down vomit, willed her stomach to cooperate – and that’s when she realized that the brunette was staring at her. The woman’s mint-green eyes – eyes so close in shape and color to Briley’s own – were intent and huge and begging Briley for…what? Help?

Get a hold of yourself, Elias. I blinked hard to try to sharpen her features. My vision was still blurred, but even so, something came through—the color of her eyes. Green. Not pale, not dull, but warm green. Bright enough to cut through the haze and slap me in the face. Pretty. A stupid word for someone like me to think. But it was the only one that formed with any coherence. Everything else in my mind was just fragments. I still couldn’t see the rest of her face. The blur made everything soft around the edges, like she didn’t belong in the real world.