Coraline Dad Button Eyes Novels & Stories

"Uh you came unexpectedly and- She crashed on his chest with a loud gasp after he pulled her, her eyes met his that were boring into her own.. "The kids won't be back for a while, so why don't we make use of this spare time?" His hands encircled her waist pulling her even closer to himself to close every little gap between them.. "Damien what are you doing? anyone can come in any minute- Damien lifted her head up with a finger placed under her jaw, he inched his face closer to hers slowly. There faces were just inches apart before the door opened with a bang.. "Daddy!! you got two pink teddy bears, now Kiara wants them both" Kelvin complained with a pout, he failed to see the small frown on

It had been seven years. “Coral and Zane,” I started. “I was thirteen when they murdered my parents. Coral was tall, beautiful, looked like some model from a death runway,” he smirked. “She had pale skin and chestnut hair that flowed down her back in waves. I still remember what she wore that day: a red camisole and blue distressed jeans that we’re stained in blood,” I gulped. “Zane was the same complexion as she was but he had raven coloured hair, it was shaggy, and red eyes.”

Declan’s mouth did something that was not a smile. “But he did look, Cora. He looked at your mouth,” he said, brushing her lower lip with his thumb. “He nuzzled your cheek. You let him sit in my kitchen and stare at your tits like you forgot that this pussy is mine. You know men can't fucking look at you, Cora. You know what daddy does when they do." Intense, unyielding eyes. Cora didn't seek out men on purpose. Didn't bring Finn here on purpose, knowing what daddy would want.

It’s the way he looks so out of place among the sea of pink and lilac in his dark clothes, exuding that equally dark, magnetic aura that never fails to have goose pimples pebbling my skin. He looks up when I walk in, his hooded eyes sliding over my body with an intensity that almost makes me stumble. “Look mommy,” Cora tugs at my wet clothes, pulling me towards him. “Daddy even agreed to arrange the cookies…!”

I made steps into the hospital. "East is here" Iris said, making Cora look my direction. She smiled at me. I walk towards her. "Our baby is here" she said, making me look at our little one. His eyes are open, looking at us both. Oh fuck. "Say hi to daddy" Cora said to him. I couldn't stop staring at him. I take his tiny hand and he wrapped my finger tightly. My eyes brimmed the more. "He has your eyes" Cora said.

“Are you going to let a stranger touch your brother?” “Yes!” Cora screamed. “We are losing him.” She choked on her voice. “W—.” Malia began. “I have told you to stay out of family matters.” Cora interrupted; her tone deepened as her eyes turned a sharp yellow hue. How I admired the hue—the hue that signifies power. Malia stepped back and I moved towards him. He winced with every breath that escaped his sharp, pointed nose. A small gasp escaped my lips as his eyes fluttered open, the coldness in them melting under the weight of pain. Time seemed to stand still as he weakly gripped my hand, his touch oddly warm

And then there were the eyes. Because the door was cracked just a sliver, I could only see a vertical slice of his face. A patch of pale, weathered skin, the corner of a mouth curled into a static, unsettling grin, and a single, unblinking eye. It was a brilliant, piercing sapphire blue. It caught the dim morning light filtering through my window, glowing with an internal, predatory luminescence. My dad’s eyes are brown. They are the color of rich earth and dark chocolate—warm, soft, and human.

But I nodded anyway and rose. Finally.... someone who needed to talk. As I walked around her chair, Lucien seated opposite us, tilted his head slightly and said, "Your son has striking grey eyes." The words were mild, but they hit the room like a misfired arrow. The faint lift of Coral's chin and my steps coming to a pause. He continued casually, "Not common, are they? Certainly not yours, my lady." Coral smiled at him, "my husband had grey eyes," she said her hand clinging her skirts tightly beneath the table. "May his soul rest in peace."

“You are just as beautiful as your mother, although, I think you look more like your father.” “What about yours?” said Coralis, staring into his eyes, pushing some of her energy into them. Lord Meozo took a few steps back, blinking. “What about mine?” said Lord Meozo, trying to understand what just happened, feeling a burning sensation in his eyes. “What did you do, little Golmar?”

Vito continues putting on a fake sad face looking over at Adam, whose breathing was fast and heavy as he watched the man with such terror in his face. “Coraline will return with the nurse very shortly, so you have an important decision to make, either you agree to play ball or, she’ll have to walk in and see her father laying dead, the choice is yours.” Vito says pulling Adam closer to him just to ensure he could see how serious he was, Coraline was his now and no one was going to change that.