Novel & Cerita How Old Is Left Eye Daughter

MAKE ME COME, DADDY LINDA DOBREV(FL) — 21YRS NOAH YATES (ML) — 40YRS LAURA YATES (SFL) — 22YRS Eyeing his 6’ foot frame and dark brown hair brushed back with a few strands reaching his arched brows. Those attractive forest green eyes that have given Linda shivers since she entered college. She and his daughter, Laura were besties, since both of them cheered for the football team, it only made sense.

Thea looked at the woman on the left for a long time, then at the woman on the right. Her own face. Thirty years younger. Before everything. She traced the edge of the photograph with one finger. "Her daughter," she said quietly to the empty room. "Of course it had to be her daughter." She sat there for a long time after that. Her eyes were very still, and something behind them that had no warmth in it at all.

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).

Inside, I could hear Chris and Rhys arguing about whether to move Elena's unconscious body. "Lyra," I called softly. "May I come in?" The tent flap pulled back, and there she was. My daughter. Twenty-seven years old now, no longer the five-year-old who used to climb into my lap to read bedtime stories. But her eyes were the same. Kind, intelligent, determined. "Dad," she whispered, tears streaming down her face. "Hello, sweetheart." She threw herself into my arms, and for a moment, I forgot about the mission, the danger, the years of separation. I just held my daughter and remembered what it felt like to be human instead of a ghost.

Maria Valentine stood there, clutching the side of the door as she stared at her eldest daughter, her mouth parted slightly from where she had been speaking. Laci tried to force a smile on her face. "Hi, Mom." She waited, praying not to be rejected. Her mother's straight, black hair framed her honey-colored face, her dark eyes, which were tearing up, looked worn and tired. She was only forty-four, but she looked older. It tore at Laci's heart, knowing that she was part of the reason for her mother's ancient appearance. "Jayden said it was all right to stop by. I hope that's…"

Leona controlled her expression, not daring to look Yuna straight in the eye. Her head was lowered when she said, “I’m already in jail. What more do you want?” “Nothing, I just wanted to see if you were well.” Leona felt uncomfortable hearing that. “Leona, your daughter must be 24 now. She’s at just the right age to have a nice job, and a nice boyfriend to get married to. Do you need my help?”

“It’s—” “It’s a lot to take in.” Dad didn’t respond to that and took the album from me. I had seen every photograph inside it on my way here, memorising how my daughter had changed through the years. She had been born with pitch black hair like mine and blue eyes like Zia’s, the Rossi's eyes, but the colour had changed as she grew, coming almost close to the colour of my eyes. I picked Zia and Alessia’s picture and added, “Leona is dead, Dad, and somehow I think my daughter blames me for it.”

They never asked me about the father of the child, but I told them that he is not in the picture. My munchkin was three years old. It was four years since I left him. My parents had arranged various blind dates for me, but my heart only belongs to him. The day hadn't arrived when I didn't miss him. When I look at my daughter I always feel that he was with me, she got blue eyes from her father but it's too unfortunate that she will never see him. My daughter was the only strength I left. I already lost so many people in my life first my parents then my husband and at last my baby

"Shut up, Ace. Not in front of my daughter." "Go to hell, Phoenix. We are still mad at you for hiding this beautiful lady boss from us." "Whatever, Ace." "Quiet. Behave." I shook my head at what I heard, then smiled when I saw Lory’s daughter staring at my child. Until now, I still cannot fully believe that Lory already has a daughter, and that she is only two years older than my quadruplets. The girl was beautiful and tall for her age, only five years old. Serious, just like her father Phoenix, but her fair skin, naturally rosy lips, and siren-like eyes came entirely from Lory. Her eyes were stunning, touched by her heritage.

“Wait…you have a daughter?” “Why is that so hard to get through?” He gave me a sour look over his shoulder before he took his phone out of his pocket and held it in front of my face. “Here.” And on the screen was a picture of a little girl of about two to three years, the exact age when kinds were obsessed with Frozen, with the same reddish brown hair as her father or probably a shade lighter, that were tied up into two pigtails at the side of her head and pretty green eyes just like her father as well. He skin was a light olive in colour and her smile was so contagious that I felt the corner of my lips tilting up.