Novel & Cerita How I Met Your Mother Crazy Eyes

I shut my eyes, trembling like a helpless rabbit, bracing for the impact. Just then, the chime of my phone shattered the atmosphere. It was Mom. I fumbled for it and hit decline immediately. There was no way I could let her catch me in the middle of the act with Uncle Mike. But she called again right away. It had to be important. I gestured for Uncle Mike to hold off so I could answer the call. As soon as I picked up, Mom asked, "Hello? Chloe? Have you met your Uncle Mike yet?" "I'm at his place right now," I replied.

Nothing screaming power. But those eyes. I went rigid. That specific shade of gray-green, flecked with gold near the center. I knew it. I’d seen it every morning in the mirror. In my mother’s old photograph hanging in the hallway. In the grainy recordings of my grandmother’s final messages. My stomach dropped.

“Charlotte, you haven’t been emotionally transparent since you were in kindergarten and confessed to stealing someone’s crayons because you liked the shade of purple.” “I’ve grown.” She snorted. I inhaled deeply. Time for my final move. My last spell, my ultimate ability. The Puppy Eyes of Doom. “Mum…” I whispered. “Please. Maya really wants me there and it’s… it’s been a long week and I haven’t gone anywhere fun in ages and I promise it’s safe and calm and nothing crazy will happen.” She looked at me. I blinked. She looked a little longer. I blinked again, harder.

"You created your own hallucination." "I'm not hallucinating, d*mmit!" Lizzy snapped. "I saw your eyes looking longingly at her in the park earlier!" "Lizzy, can you watch your words to my child?" my mother asked from the back seat. She didn't sound happy. "You're too rude!" Lizzy turned and glared at my mother. She managed to silence my mother with her fierce eyes and my mother just threw her back against the back of the chair while pretending to look out the window.

"When she wakes up, you know what to say, right?" The healer hesitated, his voice trembling slightly. "Beta Gray, your mate just lost her son, and now you've taken her eyes for Miss Reed... Isn't this too cruel? What if she can't handle it..." "Silence!" Ethan interrupted harshly, slamming his fist against something—probably the wall. "Vivian admires Serena's silver eyes, thinks they're beautiful. What's wrong with giving them to her? Even if Serena goes blind, I'll take care of her for the rest of her life. She's my mate; she should understand me."

Mom just stared wide eyed. Shit

Instead, he was looking at me with a hint of curiosity. The woman, whose hand Julian held, was dressed in a long, white dress. She had an elegant and gentle air, yet she was nervously tucking a strand of hair behind her ear under my scrutiny. Yohan noticed the way I was staring at Emily Walker. He then stood protectively in front of her. If I truly had lost my memories, I might actually believe that these people before me were a loving family of three. Julian tugged at Yohan's hand and whispered, "Since Mommy lost her memories, does that mean you guys can get a divorce now, Daddy?"

Her mother exclaimed quietly, her tone mixed with both irritation and urgency. “Mom, I saw something! I think you were right! I think you've been right all along! I saw it, just like she described it.” The words rushed out of her mouth frenetically, her heart thumping harder. “Speak English Madison. Just like who described what?” Her mother responded with curiosity in her tone, slightly narrowing her eyes at the other end of the line. Madison took a deep breath. “I saw what Leilani saw, Mom, the glowing eyes, the fangs, Mom, I swear!” Her voice cracked as she stifled a whimper, her eyes burning with tears.

But as she leaned closer, her breath fogging the glass, her mother’s voice sliced through her thoughts. *"Do you realize how awful your eyes look? You should cover them up, or else people will be afraid of you and leave you alone."* Her hands trembled as she reached for the dark brown lenses. The cool plastic pressed against her fingertips as she carefully placed the first lens. She blinked, her lashes fluttering against the discomfort, and tilted her head to inspect the transformation. The vibrant purple was gone, replaced by a muted brown that felt dull but safe. Relief flickered briefly, only to be swallowed by a heavier weight.

Ivy cried loudly, forcing her mom to stop in shock right before opening the glass door. Hazel raised her eyes and blinked back her tears. She cleared her throat before kneeling to Ivy’s height. “Ivy, he isn't your Daddy. I’m sure you're smarter than that.” Hazel said, trying to brainwash Ivy. Ivy looked through the glass at the man who was still standing frozen in the same spot and the same position they had left him then she turned her gaze back to her mother, “But he has green eyes– just like mine. You don't have green eyes.” She pointed out.