Coraline Other Mother Button Eyes Novels & Stories

"No, ma'am. We haven't. I've lived in the outer world my whole life until I came to the academy." His mother didn't release her grip. Her gaze went distant, unfocused, as though she was peering through me at something buried deep in the past. The present moment seemed to slip away from her entirely. "I never forget a face," she whispered, her voice losing all its light, cheerful bounce, transforming into something small and breathless, almost fragile. "You look so much like her..." Her breath caught. "My god, you have her exact eyes. The same shape, the same color… even the way they catch the light." "Whose eyes?" Ronan asked, his posture shifting instantly. His amber eyes snapped toward his

Mother and I made plans to spend a few hours together, since she has to go back home and fix some few things. Stepping into the spa, I am met with the most beautiful woman ever - my mother. I believe that she used to be a model in her days even though she denies it. Like the way her curves fit in her well maintained fit body, she is just amazing. And her face! Don't let me get started on my mother's face. She has a perfect jawline- Angelina Jolie type. With the perfect eyes which I inherited from her - sky blue eyes. The same ones that made me fall for Steven when I realized how he had the same eye color as mine. "Mother!" I run up to her and even though she is mad, she hugs me nevertheless.

I commanded myself in my mind. In the mirror, the muscles at the corners of my mouth slowly tugged, forming a smiling expression. It reminded me of the woman who always smiled in my memories. "Catherine, smile," her words echoed in my ears. I felt as if my mother were still alive, her words lingering around me. My mother possessed long, red curls. Her exquisite lips were constantly adorned with a smile. She had a pair of black eyes, resembling mysterious gemstones. When she glanced down at me in her embrace, her eyes shimmered like stars in the night.

Then his mother. Smaller than Mia had expected. Same jaw as her son, she saw it immediately, the specific line of it, the thing she’d been learning for months suddenly visible in its origin. Silver threaded hair. Eyes that were darker than Ryder’s but moved the same way, direct, immediate, landing on Mia before anything else in the room. She crossed to Mia. Took both her hands. Held them. Looked at her face with the specific quality of someone doing something more than looking.

I try to take care of her at work and outside work, her husband does everything he can to keep her out of trouble. Norah pouts, and I pull her out of the kitchen until we're in a safe, quiet zone. She shows me a small vile wrapped in a silky napkin, watching with wide eyes to see my reaction. "What the hell is that?" I have to ask. She grins. "It's another poison to add to my collection. I finally got the belladonna extract," she explains. "Are you crazy?" I whisper-shout, looking around. "This is a restaurant! You have to stop bringing them here!"

“‘May have curly brown hair, blue eyes, and a snowflake-shaped birthmark on her earlobe.’ Does that sound familiar, or…?” As I spoke, my eyes caught my own reflection in the window behind my mother. A girl with a curly head of brown hair and my family’s signature bright blue eyes stared back at me. As for the birthmark, well… “I do have that birthmark, you know,” I teased, poking my earlobe with a smirk. “It’s kind of snowflake-shaped, isn’t it? Maybe I’m the missing princess.” My mother, with her back turned now as she strained the pasta over the sink, almost seemed to stiffen. But it was such a momentary reaction that I almost wondered if I had even seen it at all. When she turned back to

Alpha Celine nods her head, her voice steady as she starts, "She is about my height, maybe a few inches taller. She has long pitch black hair and striking blue eyes. I’ll never be able to forget those eyes, and that rabid look in them." Her words hit me like a physical blow. I stagger internally, gripping the sides of my chair so tightly my knuckles turn white. Long pitch black hair. Striking blue eyes. I don’t need any more confirmation. It is her. It’s my mother. Bile rises thick and bitter in the back of my throat. I force it down, my stomach twisting painfully. A wave of cold dread washes over me as the realization settles heavily on my shoulders, heavier than anything I’ve ever carried

She was desperate to prove that I deserved this, eager to prove her parenting had been right. She held her head high to show her neck to the police, her eyes filled with a disturbing kind of confidence. "Watch carefully. I am Jessica Farrell. I am Irene's mother." That was a fact, an absolute truth. And yet, a sharp beep rang out instantly. The dormant red light suddenly came alive, glowing an intense, unsettling red. It was like a blood-red eye had snapped open in the dim living room. Mom froze in place, her confident expression stiffening. She smacked the collar hard like she was banging on a TV with a bad signal. "What's going on? Is it broken? But I'm telling the truth! I'm Jessica Farre

The woman on the throne smiled. Not kindly. Not cruelly. Simply with certainty. "It is too late." The vision lurched. Changed. A city collapsed beneath silver fire. Then another. Then another. Worlds died. Stars vanished. Reality itself seemed to unravel. And through it all, the woman in the Bone Crown watched. Calm. Certain. Unstoppable. Lyra tried to see her face. Tried desperately. Then she succeeded. And nearly screamed. The woman looked exactly like her. The vision shattered.

“Hi Orli, I’m your daddy. I-I already love you so much, sweetpea, and I’m gonna make sure you have the best of everything.” I pause for a moment and blink back tears. Orli opens her eyes and looks at me with a furrowed brow before yawning widely. It’s like looking at a baby version of Zara. Besides her hair and eyes, she has the same nose and rounded features as her mother. I imagine a future version of her with long blonde curls and shining blue eyes. I can’t help but smile and wipe my tears away with my sleeve.