Left Eye Daughter Novels & Stories

Eve’s POV “Congratulations on your new baby girl.” Rieka tells me, walking over to show me my bundled up daughter. I stare at her in wonder. A daughter. I have a daughter. Levi would be so… Well… Levi wants nothing to do with me so it’s not like I could go and tell him. Sadness washes over me as my tiny little creation opened her eyes for the first time. Green eyes, so much like her Father’s, stare back at me. “She’s beautiful.” I whisper, running my fingers down her cheek.

“You’re not to blame dear, everything happens for a reason so don’t beat yourself up for it” “I don’t know what to do Phoebe, I want my son” I cried with longing “Everything is going to be fine Lena” she assured gently I stared at the big blue eyes of her daughter, I couldn’t help but notice that the child doesn’t look like Phoebe in anyway, especially the eyes, while Phoebe has dark brown eyes, the child has light blue eyes “Can I hold her?” I asked Phoebe and with a bit of hesitation she agreed

I was yet to find out. "I'll go get the baby," I said to Leo and he chuckled. "The baby is all grown up now. Elise!" Elise was the name we had given our baby at her naming ceremony. "Yes, Daddy!" A girl's voice replied. Awkward, I stared into space, waiting for the girl to fill out the space and let me see how much she had grown. "Yes Daddy," There, I saw my daughter. She no longer had that baby face, her shiny brown hair glittered and her blue ocean eyes caught my attention. She had inherited those blue eyes from her father.

Dual POV Mabella’s POV “It’s time we talked about what those eyes mean.” Vida’s voice was soft but carried the weight of centuries. I shifted carefully against the pillows, wincing at the deep ache in my body, and reached for Alfredo’s hand. Our daughter slept soundly against his chest, her tiny face peaceful in the moonlight. Those mismatched eyes were closed now, but the memory of them burned behind my eyelids—one hazel-green like mine, one amber-silver like her father’s.

The child has been crying all through the time that he was driving, and Franklin made sure that he doesn't feel sorry for her. His life hurts him like hell, and removing bad memories is the best idea for him, which is one of the reasons why he doesn't want Harper anymore. She's his flesh and his blood……. But having to feel for that is impossible. According to doctors who have come to my Mansion countless times…….. they have all proclaimed that my daughter is fine….. but she doesn't look fine. No normal child would have two different strange colors of eyes, for it's impossible. Her eye, which is located to the right is gold, while the other one is purely hazel eyes…… as it continues to change

I let them exchange the usual hugs as they make their way inside, giving me time to adjust to them. His mother is beautiful, with rich brown hair and gold eyes, that her two daughters inherited. Except her oldest daughter, who still seems to be at least a couple of years younger than us has blue flecks in her eyes. The youngest daughter, who seems to be at least six years younger than James has green flecks in her eyes. His father is a mirror image of James with dark features that are intimidating. I wonder what will happen if they don’t think I’m good for their sun. All too soon, James turns to me and starts introductions.

She hands me her phone and staring back at me is a cute little girl with violet eyes and a mischievous smile on her face and brown hair, just like mine and that smile it's the photocopy of her fathers. I can't hold back my tears anymore and I start crying. "Lena what's wrong?" Kat asks me sorry in her voice. "That's my baby girl. That's my daughter. That's Lyanna." "What are you talking about?" Kat asks me being defensive. "I thought I lost her. But those eyes, they are only given to shifter children born in the Kelly line." "No, are you serious? How come you didn't come looking for her all these years?" "Because I thought she was dead. Someone out there is playing a very sick game and when

I held her for a few minutes before Cherry gently took her back because her beautiful daughter had strong opinions about being held by people who were not her established inner circle, which Cherry delivered as a fact with great pride. Cherry had dressed her daughter for the occasion in a very small outfit with a tiny bow, which the baby was tolerating with the polite patience of someone who had decided to pick her battles. "She is looking at everything," Cherry said proudly, watching her daughter survey the lobby. "She has been doing that since she was about three weeks old. Just watching everything. She does not miss anything." "She has her mother's eyes," I said. "She has her father's ear

She smiled at him. "Legolas, this is my daughter Aleena." Legolas frowned at 'my daughter'. Aleena, this is your father." Aleena made the same small smile her mother had some moments ago. He could spot the similarity between his daughter and her mother. They had the same eyes and smile. But her blonde curly hair came from Legolas. The curls were tied back with pink ribbons keeping her wispies out of her face. "Hi," Aleena replied with her fingers in her mouth.

She giggles and rolls her eyes, “Mom, it’s not broken. I’m writing a program and I can’t have you accidentally pressing any buttons or you’ll destroy all my work.” Computer programming? Well she certainly did not get that from me. I shake my head, though my chest fills with pride at how smart my kid is. I stare at my beautiful daughter. Her golden skin littered with brown freckles while her blonde hair settles well past her shoulders in lushes curly locks. Her black glasses making her blue eyes pop. My fell my heart strings tug as it always does when I look at her and see her father. I cover my emotions with a fake smile as Liv stares back at me.