Coraline Other Mother Button Eyes Novels & Stories

Her eyes are a striking pair of Caribbean blue that remind me of Evren and Reed. This must be the quadruplets’ mother, Corinne Aldair. The late wife of Emery Aldair and the former Luna of the Crystal Ridge pack. She’s breathtaking. I glance around and realize there’s no other portrait of her anywhere else. Just this old one. A single memory preserved in canvas. “What are you doing here?” Shit. I turn around to see Evren behind me, shirtless, and glaring at me.

Gabriel neither confirms nor denies seeing Daphne, though a few of the people who are brave enough to walk up to us react as though they know who I’m talking about. “So, you know her,” I say. “Where is she?” “That is the sorceress Coraline to tell, not us,” a small older woman says. Damon looks at the woman. “Coraline?” “Do you know who that is?” I ask. He doesn’t answer me but instead asks the woman, “What does she look like?” “Violet hair, grey eyes,” she says. I still don’t know what’s going on, but Damon’s eyes go wide. He starts to say something but then stops when another woman walks by with a basket full of herbs. He runs up to her and sniffs it. “What is this?” he demands.

Glancing beside him, he took a gander of his wife sitting on a wheelchair, eyeing the tombstone with a soft expression on her face. His shoulders sagged, and his fists unclenched. He swallowed hard, sucking in oxygen and the sweet scents of honeysuckle that surrounded them. The breeze flattered his nape, sending calm waves down his spine. What Mother did was all in the past now. He thought. "Dad?" Carla's thin voice drew the strings of his attention. He averted his gaze to her face, smiling softly at her unique features. She was born with heterochromia(her left eye was green, while the other was hazel).

I turned off the shower but I still couldn't get his scent off me. Wrapping myself in a robe, I went to my closet to pick an outfit for my interview tomorrow. I didn't want to be late. I needed this job. I ended up chosing a deep blue straight gown and a pair of red heels. I laid in bed and wrapped myself in blankets trying to sleep but I couldn't. Everytime I closed my eyes I was met the same set gold eyes. Haunting me and pulling me away from sleep. By the time it was 6am in the morning, I had gotten little to no sleep and my eyes were dull.

‌ My n⁠ail​s dug into my palms, the pressur‌e blooming red crescents that kept me tethered‍ to the moment. Nora pressed her finger against t‍he gla‌ss⁠,‌ smudg⁠i‍ng the window. “Why does that man ha‌ve t​he same⁠ blue‌ ey‍es as my mom?” My heart skipped a beat, ech‍oi⁠ng loud in my ears.⁠

I hugged her again, this time she wrapped both arms around me and squeezed me tightly. "No problem, thank you for the flowers." I smiled softly and took a step back. Suddenly engulfed in my mom's arms. I turned to look at everyone but their eyes were locked on Coral, their mouths gaping. "Coral, this is my mom. Her boyfriend Zane. And my mate, Eli." She stuck her hand out and shook each of their hands. Her icy blue eyes sparkling as a dazzling smile fell onto her lips. "Great to meet all of you," they all seemed to be in a trance.

Recognition. Her mother lifted her head slowly from the wet grass, blood on her mouth, tears on her cheeks, and the sight of her nearly broke Aira in half. The root gate had not left her. It still wore her face, but now it was wavering, as if the cry had struck something loose inside it. The father beneath the threshold looked pale and shaken, his hand braced on the doorway like he might fall if he let go. The basin woman stood frozen in the rain, white as ash. Corvin looked like a man who had reached the end of every lie he had ever carried. The woman wearing Aira’s mother’s face in the hidden corridor had both hands over her mouth, tears streaming down her face. And then her real mother sp

“Lucian Murdoch! Reprimand your daughter.” Lucian glanced over at his wife, then went back to eating his rice porridge. Catori’s twin siblings only gave each other knowing looks but remain silent. Catori and her mother have an intense stare-down, blue and golden eyes gazing into warm chocolate brown eyes. The corners of her mother’s thin lips turned down in disapproval. Her already long face seemed to lengthen. As the nostril of her broad nose flared, while her almond-shaped eyes narrowed, causing more crow's feet to form at the corners.

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."

“Now look at me.” Quivering, Zheira looked down, moving back even though she no longer could. Her mother put her fingers on her chin and raised Zheira’s head, but she closed her eyes tightly. “Zheira!” Knowing her mother wouldn’t stop, she blinked rapidly. A wild gasp escaped her throat when their eyes locked. At first, Zheira could only see the reflection of her eyes. Its red irises have a slit-like shape in the center and were stained with blue crystal-like particles; until, a dancing figure appeared in Melinda’s hazel orbs. It was her mother’s younger self. She was turning and humming while carrying a cute baby girl with a short golden flock of hair.