Frog Eye Piercings Novels & Stories

Fiona had a pair of big doll eyes and it has the same color as those of the finest emerald. Those beautiful eyes of hers were framed by thick and long eyelashes. It was so long that Allan was even starting to doubt if Fiona's eyes were modeled after the eyes of an ostrich.

Geuron uttered as they stopped steeping back and face the eagle two meters away from them. Niffa glare at the eagle’s eyes and flamed up her body, a wondrous green light caught Geuron’s attention. It was his first time seeing the green flame. Niffa tripled her flame and run towards the eagle ready to struck the eyes of a hungry monster. She quickly dodge from the eagle’s beak and use it as her guide to jump higher as she reach the eagle’s right eye. She saw her reflection from the eagle’s round and sharp dark eye. A reflection of her outrageous green flaming body. She throw a punch on the eagle’s eye as wide as her size. The eagle groan in pain as it closes its eye and Niffa’s right hand was

Some worshipers taking slow turns around the Fountain lift their heads at my outburst. I think under the circumstances I can be forgiven for staining this holy place with my desecration. “Shh. Good omega - Addom purrs in my ear. "You're doing well." I already got two other piercings today - one in my eyebrow to match Hasker's and one in my nostril to match Addom's septum piercing. The idea is that the corresponding piercings connect me to each of the Alphas individually. And by doing the procedure so close to the Source, the wounds heal almost instantly.

A huge division of the population consisted of old people… and they all looked like freaks. Forgive my choice of words. They are my people, but that was the only word I felt could describe what I was looking at. All of them had matching weird-looking tattoos on their arms and faces while the older folks had ring piercings on nowhere else but their cheeks and eyelids. Who puts ring piercings on their eyelids? How did they even get it in there? “I think we should run away.” I heard Cayden whisper to me. “You’re staying right here! This was your fucking idea!” I rejoined with a harsh whisper.

The memory of the process and the subsequent satisfaction etched the experience into my consciousness, unlike the nebulous recollection surrounding my nipple piercings. Surrounding my ears are four piercings, each a marker of my journey in self-expression. The decisions to pierce were deliberate, a conscious effort to manifest facets of my identity through these small, yet significant, embellishments. Similarly, a single piercing adorns my nose –a subtle rebellion against convention, a declaration of individuality.

Ricky asked. “Huh um no they are blue; you should get your eyes checked,” Jade said shaking her head. She wasn’t sure why the boy was so interested in her eyes. “No, they are gray Jade.” He challenged. “There’s only ever been one person with your eye color. You should be happy that you’re different.” “Whatever, I have to go,” Jade said rolling her eyes. She was hoping her Aunt was already waiting for her. “Should we tell her about the legends?” Stephan whispered to Ricky.

I responded with a shake of my head and a look that said ‘I also don't know what eagle eye is. “Eagle Eye is a contact lens that you can wear, which can transmit vivid images of your surroundings. Which means, whatever you're seeing, we're seeing it too” “Wow”, Phoebe and I exclaimed, nodding our heads. “And that chip that transmits my location, how do you insert that? Do I have to swallow—Ouch” I felt a sting on the upper part of my hand where Jeff had pressed down something like a stamp. “The chip has been implanted, and here is the contact lens.” Klaus handed me a small plastic container, a ghost of a smile hovering on his lips. I collected the container and opened it to see a transparent

The memory of the process and the subsequent satisfaction etched the experience into my consciousness, unlike the nebulous recollection surrounding my nipple piercings. Surrounding my ears are four piercings, each a marker of my journey in self-expression. The decisions to pierce were deliberate, a conscious effort to manifest facets of my identity through these small, yet significant, embellishments. Similarly, a single piercing adorns my nose—a subtle rebellion against convention, a declaration of individuality.

Ross perked up quickly at that then looked at my ear. "Pierce it! Pierce!" He said in excitement then tackled my ear. "We'll pierce it and make it all pretty! I want the hoop to have a sapphire on it at the bottom! It's my favorite gem! My favorite gem for my precious jewel! Pierce him!" He started to gnaw on my ear and then growled a bit, starting to grab my ear and then went to pierce it with his talons. "My jewel is going to love it! I think I have a hoop with a sapphire on it in my hoard!" I widened my eyes in panic and fell over, hiding my head on the ground.

The three of them shared kindred smiles then quickly sped off. Half an hour later, they made it back to a hospital in West Suez, where they had resided since yesterday night. Everything inside the hospital was prepped and ready. Ferguson did not hesitate, laying directly down on the bed as soon as he entered. Tyr produced a set of acupuncture needles and took out a scalpel as thin as a cicada’s wing. He was going to perform surgery on Ferguson. The surgical procedure was performed on the eye, because last night, Tyr used his masterful medical skills to give Ferguson a high-tech implant on his cornea.