Left Eye Daughter の小説・ストーリー

“I love you, Mommy.” I brushed a stray strand of hair away from her face and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. "I love you so much, baby.” For a few seconds, I stared at her face, lost in her beautiful eyes. I don't know how many times I refused, but the eyes my daughter had were clearly those of the Lynch Family. *** 310324, Anne Joyce

she said one evening. "Have what?" "A child. A family. A reason to keep fighting." "You have all of those now." "I know." Elena looked at her daughter. "That's what scares me." --- The baby's eyes opened for the first time on the fourth day. They were dark, almost black, with flecks of silver that seemed to catch the light. Elena gasped when she saw them, her hand reaching for her daughter's face. "She has my eyes." "And her father's stubbornness, probably."

I’m sure she is thinking about how good it would be if my father were here for this, but with his stubbornness, there was no fucking way he would show his face. “I think she looks like Denali,” my mother counters, keeping her voice light. “But she does have your eyes.” Nodding, I look down into the tiny, bottomless pits that rest on my daughter’s face. She was right; she definitely inherited the Torres’ eyes. “Too bad,” I sigh, running a hand through her soft tufts of hair. “I would prefer her to have Denali’s eyes.” At my words, I look over at the woman in question to find her face flushed a beautiful pink and immediately feel desire well.

The screen flashed back to the frozen video of me and Leo. I could not move. I could not breathe. The phone was still in my hand. "Mom?" Ethan’s voice was small in my ear. "Mom, what is going on?" I looked at the TV. I looked at the woman on the screen. She looked like me, but she was a stranger. Her life was falling apart on live television. Leo had the money. My daughter was gone. My face was on the news. And my rival was about to attack. I had tried to fix one problem. Now I had lost everything.

Sometimes when I look at him, my chest tightens because those eyes feel like a ghost from a life I ran from. My daughter is Lyra Dawn Hayes, and she is my mirror. She has my soft lips, my long lashes, my dark brown hair, and my hazel eyes. There is something calm about her, something gentle. She has a nurturing presence that settles everyone around her. Watching how fast they grow fills me with a quiet, aching pride. As for me, I am no longer Maya Hayes.

Varia is glaring daggers at me, there is a young man with raven-colored hair and grey eyes who is looking at me with disgust he looks about thirteen years old, another girl with dark auburn hair and amber eyes glances in my direction and then turns her head in a cold manner. The woman who is next to the head of the table is tall, she is slim with an hourglass figure but, fit as if she exercises consistently. She has hair that is dark amber colored with emerald, green eyes. She stares at me with loathing contempt, she does not say a word, and she does not take her eyes off of me. I go to sit down away from everyone and to my embarrassment, my father stops me. “Vara will move down some, Molly,

I don't. What I keep seeing is the gap in the curtain. Lulu's hand around Sera's finger. That small, automatic grip. The same grip I watched her use on Silas's pinky outside city hall in a surveillance photograph I should never have ordered. My daughter. I have a daughter. She is eleven months old. She has light brown curls and blue eyes and a grip like a vise and she looked at me in a coffee shop with something ancient in her face because her wolf knew me before her mind could.

The Alpha tugs at his beard as he looks at me approvingly. "The last time we saw Lori, she was just a ten-year-old girl. And even then, she could handle our Zane quite well," Luna Lily laughs as she takes Lori by the chin and studies her face intently. "Let me introduce you to my only daughter, whose birthday is today. Cliara, come closer, my child. And meet the future Alpha Romero of Eclipse Howl." Alpha Kertin beckons his daughter, who is sitting on a sofa, to come closer.

she joked as she gazed into them, she already felt like she could stare into them for hours. "I think I had a little help" David breathed as he watched his daughter's eyes almost sparkle as they moved around. He saw flashes of green, peach and light pink catch the light as they moved, like a mother of pearl stone. "She is the almost as beautiful as her mother" he whispered, unable to take his eyes off his daughter's. He laughed when she let out a little cry, as though she was surprised to be out in the open before she started hollering, her little face scrunched up and her tiny light brown eyebrows mashing into a thin line as she screamed.

I never was. A pair of eyes rested on me, his smile instantly vanished. The stern gaze came back just like the other boy who had seen me before. My breath hitched. His hazel orbs held hatred which was directed towards me. “Who is that?” He asked my mom and everyone stilled once again. They all momentarily glanced at me. There once happy faces filled up with anger. Gripping the sleeve of my injured hand tightly, I exhaled a deep breath. “I had a daughter remember? She is Elena.” My mom said, brushing me off once again.