Novel & Cerita Coraline Other Mother Button Eyes

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?"

"Son, you are not marrying this girl! I won't accept it!" Did my mother just say she won't accept my mate? Or did I hear the words wrongly? "Why not? She is my mate and I already accepted her." I told my mother, still facing her sternly. I could see the disapproving look on my mother's face. My eyes left my mother and settled on my mate. Our eyes locked in a stalemate. That was when I saw her eyes. It was not like the eyes of any werewolf I had ever known. Her pupils were the shade of darkest black, but it was fascinating how the iris was as white as snow down to the sclera.

I stand in front of the mirror, watching as my mother sets the flower crown—made of willowbark, peonies, and pink cyclamen blossoms—on my head. Looking at myself, I complete the final touches on my look. I can’t believe how everything came together so quickly, but honestly, with my mom and Naomi involved, nothing should surprise me. “You look beautiful, bug,” Mom says, discreetly wiping away a tear. “Of course she does! Have you seen how that dress hugs her curves? Nathan’s gonna drag her into the woods before the ceremony even ends!” Amethyst, my sister, teases.

Kevin being pushing on my right. The guard still pointing the gun at me. Elijah got up, the sinister look on his face didn't go unnoticed. He opened a cabinet door on the right most corner wall. A girl crawl out, she had a golden collar with spikes on her neck, she hand the leash to Elijah. Her face hidden as she was facing down, and the remaining covered by her hair, hiding her face like curtain. As she crawl out I saw her tattered clothes covered in the blood. She slowly made it out of the small cabinet.

My house is abnormally large, and very beautiful. Anyway, I'm Tamara. I'm five-two and thin. I have straight blonde hair. I'm white as ivory, and my eyes are deep, DEEP blue. Mike calls them ocean eyes because the coloration is just like the deep blue sea. My parents have been fighting for a long time now, but still haven't had the good sense to split up. I quietly opened the doors to my circular balcony. The glass creaked, and the white curtains fluttered as I walked out into the late summer moon light.

Dad is the barbeque king, but it isn’t romantic. “Do you want to put in your contacts before I do your make-up? I don’t think you need them, you have beautiful chocolate drop eyes but it is up to you,” mom asked. “Oh mommy, I know I don’t need them, but lots of girls have brown eyes. I want my eyes to pop and the violet contacts match my dress,” I insist. My dress is a gorgeous violet sheath, floor length, sequin, bodycon, strapless dress. I have paired flower petal design amethyst and diamond, drop earrings and a matching necklace. “How about if we leave your hair down, but we’ll pull it off of your face and use the flat iron to give you big bouncy curls?” mom asked. “That will be perfect

Luna looked like shit. Blue eyes settled on Sreya as chapped lips whispered, "You look like shit". Which was true because Sre had just pulled on a sweatshirt before zooming out of her house but... "Says the pale queen that looks like she's been dragged down a rocky hill twenty-five times and blood-drained by Dracula" Luna didn't laugh. Sighing, Sreya shut the door and walked into the room, "You really look like Coraline Jones' evil second mother though".

she declared, a playful smile dancing on her lips, "surprise me! Choose something that screams, 'I'm back, and I'm ready to fight!'" Clara grinned, her eyes twinkling. "Consider it done," she said, selecting a beautiful shade of coral that shimmered with a subtle gold undertone. The next hour flew by in a whirlwind of snipping scissors, the gentle whir of the blow dryer, and as the cheerful Ellie worked her magic on Mom's hair, I felt a knot of worry loosen in my chest. Ellie expertly shaped the hair into a trendy bob with soft waves, adding volume at the crown that framed Mom's face perfectly.

However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.

"Come close. She missed you. She wants to see her daddy before she sleeps." I quickly looked behind me to see if there was another here. No one was. I turned back to the mother/daughter duo, and slowly moved closer. I stood behind the woman who continued her rhythmic back and forth, peeking over her shoulder. In her arms sat a baby. She was so tiny... so fragile. She had a button noise and a slight tan. Her long lashes fluttered as her eyes opened. My breath caught. Her eyes matched the woman's. One blue and one black. The only exception is that the colors swapped sides. The baby looked around until her eyes fell to mine.