Left Eye Daughter Novels & Stories

She dropped the note and stood up trying to pull herself together. Elena is the oldest daughter of Mr. Alcantara, a petite slim girl with thick curly wave hair that framed her delicate oval face, her Hazel Green eyes were a mixture of Doe and siren but they were not as innocent as her, she had a nice pointed nose, slim heart shape lips, and a nice thick slim shape, her body was the dream of every lady including her best friend and men were not an exception.

My daughter also had his eyes those misty forest green eyes. Now I go by the Carlotta Garcia. Well that is middle name. So no more Amelia Cruz, that girl is dead.

Aqua blue eyes shone with mirth at her father's intelligent move of removing opponent's queen in chess. Light breeze was sweeping her brunette hair in irregular pattern. A hearty, victorious giggle filled in the surrounding space and soft, yet, delighted voice chirped in, " Father! We will win. " Augustus removed his eyes from chess and looked at his replica and laughed along with her. His heart swelled with happiness looking at his daughter, Eirene whose smile was charming enough to make morning birds sing. This six summers old young lady owned every inch of his heart.

“You should go back and have Evelyn cremated. There’s no reason for you to stay here.” I forced a bitter smile, stepped closer, and looked her straight in the eye. “Give me back my daughter’s eyes. I never agreed to donate them.” Just as I finished speaking, Bruce grabbed my collar. His expression twisted in anger. He gritted his teeth and spat, “If it weren’t for Evelyn, Jacob wouldn’t have been blind for a long time! “This is what she deserves! Who does she think she is, wanting her eyes back? You should have sent her off sooner, so she wouldn’t have to deal with a neglectful father like you!”

Romansata sighed "I'm sorry you had to see that, she's just so mischievous just like you, what do I say?? She takes after her father" Lincoln's throat tightened as he kept looking at the girl, the difference was the eyes, She had ocean blue-grey eyes which were kinda rare, the left eye was ocean blue while the right eye was Grey. It was a weird combination. "Daddy carry me up," Wednesday said with pouted lips, making her look so cute that Lincoln felt the urge to rub her hair like a puppy. "No your daddy can't do that now," Romansata said while looking at Lincoln, hoping he would go against her expectations and carry their daughter.

We make our way to our daughter's room. When we entered I asked my daughter, “What's wrong?” As I walk around the corner, into the bathroom, I see it. My daughter is way taller, her hair is much more prominent in the colors of the black and purple, with the blue and red streaks and pink tips. She definitely looks, as if she is hearing and seeing things better. She also has a small, what looks like to be a tattoo, below her right ear of a dragon. ************** Havrith pov

“Thank you for your kindness. I owe you a lot.” “It’s nothing to what you’ve done to us.” Ferran confusedly looked at Henry. “What---What are you talking about?” Henry called the girl who had been watching them and she walked toward Henry. She sat on his lap and did not take her eyes off Ferran. “Who is she?” “My daughter.” “Why is her left eye covered?” “She got into a tragedy but thankfully someone saved her even if she lost her left eye. At least she’s still alive. Thanks to you.”

"Welcome back, sister. We've been waiting for you to wake up." Here, in this family with no shared blood, I felt a warmth I hadn't known in years. I slowly sat up, feeling the strength returning to my body. "Mom," my voice was calm and firm, "from this day forward, Alessia Moretti is dead." "I am your daughter." The moment the words left my lips, I felt a sense of release I had never known. The girl who humbled herself for her family, the woman tormented by poison, the daughter wronged by her loved ones. She was dead.

Agatha insisted. “I just want something simple. Not too complicated. Elegant and…” I was searching for a delicate way to tone down Agatha’s enthusiasm. “Oh you will be ELEGANT! Ravishing! Demure! You will be the talk of the moon ceremony. Nothing but the best for the Alpha’s daughter!” Agatha jubilantly decreed. Agatha has been at this estate as long as I remember. She served my father’s household before Osiris. She became a mother figure to me when he passed away.

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).