Bubbly Eyes Novels & Stories

I heard lots of gasps, probably because most people here have never seen my eyes, they must be mesmerized. When my eyes went to my brother, he was very beautiful in a fancy navy blue and gold suit. His golden locks identical to mine were messy but still beautiful, and his eyes were as beautiful as rubies under the sunlight. He nodded to me while sitting in a taller chair than the one I was in. I looked at the materials they gave me and held the thin brush with black paint, then I began.

replied Izabella. "See you next time, Aleks--" Cherry said hungrily when Matthew pulled her away. Izabella spent considerable time staring at herself in the bathroom's enormous mirror before she brought out a new pair of contact lenses from her tiny cross-body bag. What took place? She looked at herself and thought incoherently. The only strange thing I noticed in my eyes was that it sparkled like a blue topaz. It seemed normal, but why it got so itchy like there was crawling in my eyes?

But then. “Psst...over here,” a voice whispers loud, if that makes any sense. A masculine growl. So deep, grating, and slathered in a sort o’ mockery. I spin around sharpish, my eyes popping out of my head. Getting my fists ready for action. There, buried in the blackness of a room, are two orbs: bright green, luminous, floating inches above ground level. They're not just mere eyes, but bulbs. Bulging and unnatural, like someone stuffed glow-sticks into a toad’s skull!

After my eyes were plucked out, I lay on the operating table with two empty sockets on my face, resembling that of a broken doll. Samuel Sterling felt no guilt. He picked up my eyes to examine them and praised them, saying, "Daeleen was right. These really are a beautiful pair of eyes! I promised you, Daeleen. I will make all your wishes come true." As the anesthesia's effect slowly wore off, I could not help but cry out in pain. Samuel finally turned his attention to me as if blaming me for interrupting his memories of Daeleen.

“Fuck you, Nyx.” “Oh, hush. You were always so dramatic.” Something flickers beside me. A shape that I recognize. Small and white, fading in and out of existence like rapid pulses. “Bubbles?” I whisper. The rabbit flickers into full form for a breath, her ears flattened, fur standing on end, eyes glowing faintly gold. Then she vanishes again. Nyxara rolls her eyes. “Oh, for the love of the old gods, stay still, sister. You’re giving me a headache.”

A medium sized bubble plopped out of his hand he let it float up. Dylan's eyes remained on the clear bubble that got filled up with water, his worry fading off faster than he expected. With a plastered smile, he stared at the bubble and took his trick a step further. The lump of water trembled in the air and he could see Dylan getting cautious of it, but the moment the water took a new shape, he couldn't miss the twinkle in Dylan's eyes. "A dog," his smile slipped out at the sight of the glass husky, but then he drew his guard up again. Throwing a frown his way. "Why are you showing me this? Are you planning to win the fight with a bubble display?"

The color of Kylie's eyes, which had right now changed to a golden silver color, seemed to emit light in both of her pupils on there about right now. Not only of that things, Kylie herself even started to open up of her lips a little bit on there, and miraculously about, Kylie immediately started to sigh on there about right now. Not long after that, Kylie batted both of her eyelids on there for a few times, and started to breathing in the bath right on there about right now. And then, all of a sudden all of the water in the bath started to look like it was being cooked with a very hot fire right on there about right now immediately.

I mumble under my breath, not really to anyone. “I think this means we can’t trust him,” Poppy interjects. “I mean, I already don’t trust him, and I’ve only just seen him for a few moments.” I roll my eyes at her. “Poppy, I’m pretty sure you feel that way because you think his eye color is strange.” “It is strange!” she exclaims. “Who has yellow eyes? It’s like he has… jaundice or something!” “Actually, when a person has jaundice, it’s the whites of their eyes that turn yellow, dear, not the irises,” Mystica explains to my maid, and I stifle a laugh because it seems clear to me that Poppy already knows that.

Deep, bright emerald green—Collin’s mother’s eyes, Jessica’s eyes, Baylee’s eyes when she was angry and full-wolf. But there was something else. Something alive in them. At the center of each iris, right around the pupil, a tiny flare of color burned bright and impossible. Not a reflection. Not a trick of the light. A mark. A sharp, perfect burst of bright, electric blue in the shape of a tiny star. Baylee’s heart slammed so hard she swayed. “Oh,” she breathed. Collin frowned. “Bay?” Her voice wouldn’t come. For a second she couldn’t speak. Her throat closed. Her eyes burned.

Alyne walks in the classroom corridor with a very flat face. Puffy eyes with black eye bags made her face look terrible. Some people who passed by her became reluctant to disturb her because they had pity to see the terrible face that she wears. Alyne immediately entered the classroom and sat on her chair. Se sat quietly and stared blankly at the whiteboard in front of her. She didn't even notice that her seatmate was came.