Caterpillar Eyebrows Novels & Stories

The little boy lowered head slightly twitches as the lips and eyes that was hidden tightly was red. The corner of the little boy eyes was red as the lips was also red because it was so bitten tightly by the little boy canine teeth Kate blinked and looked at the chirping crowds. The smile on her face disappeared replaced by an irritable scowl directed at all the crowds present still chirping and not knowing what was about to come to them Kate then again lowered her head to look at the little boy head that was lowered a while ago and had somehow had raised now to especially took in a look to her black eyes with extreme hatred, not even bothering to hide it

"I love my eyebrows just the way they are, thank you very much, dearest best friend." "That's because I pluck them for you!" She threw her hands up in the air and her laptop tilted to the side. She caught it just as it was about to plummet to the ground. I sighed, cursing my clumsiness and wishing I had reflexes like that. "Once again, Kate: that shit hurts like a bitch." "You'll thank me when, in less than ten years, we pass the big Three-Oh, and everything starts to slip and droop, and your eyebrows look as hairy as an Oompa Loompa," she piped.

she said, her slender fingers brushing against her curly brown hair. Eden's piercing blue eyes, with their golden centers, gleamed with mischief as he asked, "Really, you think ladybugs are cute?" His chiseled features seemed to hint at a subtle smile, but his expression remained neutral. Pearl's face lit up with a nod, her delicate features radiating enthusiasm. "Yeah, ain't they?"

My whole body hurts and I don’t want to open my eyes but I sense sirens heading towards us in the distance. Oh no, oh no. My baby. I’m hunched over, trying to clutch my belly, but I can’t move. Tears start rolling down my face, fear shooting through my body. Is my cat okay at least? I just barely manage to lift my head and look into my bag. The kitten stares up at me with wide eyes, his little sides heaving with fear.

the second figure raises her arm out towards one of her companions, my attention shifting along with her pointing direction. As if prompted, the figure to my left-hand side breaks into a flow of delicate movement. Her arms raise from beneath the table as she lifts them carefully towards the edge of the cloaked hood covering her face. Feeling the anticipation build, I watch impatiently as Cateline pulls back on the heavy material in an incomprehensible reveal. I reel back in my chair in sheer bewilderment; staring numbly at the smiling figure at my side as her features appear far too familiar to my own, almost as if I were staring into a mirror. With half of Cateline’s hair being held back in

Internally, I sigh and grimace. Don't tell me they'd cut our faces out of the magazine? I instantly searched around for any crawling worms or leaping crickets. When they see those, maybe they'll run back to class. When I spotted three caterpillars moving to consume some leaves, I smirked. I took them up and slid them into my hands, which I then shaped into a ball. These gals are still making those annoying noises when they speak. "It's time for you to shut up," I remarked in a low voice, "You're interfering with my personal time,"

I sigh, letting out an unbelieving chuckle, then walk back to Caterina, who still looks bewildered. Tears stream down her face as I pull her closer to me, inhaling her familiar scent that always calms me down. “How? How are you… I thought you died!” she cries, holding me close and refusing to let go, but I gently push her away so I can look into her beautiful eyes. But as I do, I receive the shock of my life because Caterina’s eyes no longer shone with Tiarin’s golden glow; they now matched my crimson pair.

“We are not done yet?” “You have no idea. Next is makeup.” She gently pulls me out of the chair, and we make our way to the makeup section. We’re given a magazine to choose the look I want. I pick a soft glam, but Cort shakes her head. “For this hairstyle and the way your face is perfectly framed, you need a sharper edge. Cateye sharp enough to kill a man.” I laugh at her words and keep my eyes closed the entire time the makeup is being done. “And that is the final touch. You can open your eyes,” the makeup artist says.

I stumbled back, my hands clutching his arm again “What is that!?” I gasps, narrowing my eyes at the hideous monster in front of me. It was skinny and shaved, with soar around its collar. I could see the anatomy of its rib cage. It had only one eye and where the other should have been was a hole. He was also missing its ear on the same side. Repulsed by it's ghastly appearance, I wrinkled my nose at the sight of the dirty white cat that had just come out of the dumpster.