Leigh Occhi Novels & Stories

She dug her nails into her small palms and not one single tear left her eyes, clenching her small fists she bravely looked into her Papa’s eyes,They were identical to her own, a brilliant blue that took your breath away, the Moretti eyes he told her, only a true Moretti had them. She saw him blink once and caught her breath, that was her sign, Papa had taught it to her.

Only a priest's prayers could ensure that Daeleen received my eyes. Onlookers expressed envy, and some were even moved to tears by Samuel's devotion to Daeleen. What they did not know was that the romantic Capo they were admiring had plucked out his own wife's eyes, and that the owner of the eyeballs on display were now lying on a bed, staring into nothing but darkness. There was no painkiller being administered. All the moans from the pain left me panting for air, with only the ventilator to keep me from suffocating.

{EDMONDO'S POV} * * “Dio bono! LChësta fameja i à tütc i oci blö (Good God! Everyone in this damn family has blue eyes),” is what anyone would say walking into this room. It’s like some cursed family heirloom we’re all forced to carry. My mother, my sisters Lucia and Francesca, my brothers Giordano, Giorgio, and Enzo; all with those cold, unforgiving blue eyes.

Her green eyes roamed over Lydia as she exclaimed, “Oh my God!” Lydia stifled a laugh; she knew her mom would soon comment on her beauty and how she would sweep every male off their feet that evening. It was clear that Lydia resembled her mother, both standing tall and slender, with curves that could captivate anyone. Lydia had inherited Luna Alice's striking green eyes, long tan limbs, pointed nose, and beautifully shaped lips.

Mama gushed as she began to shed tears. "Ma mamma, il bulbo oculare di Pablo è blu, questi carini hanno il bulbo oculare grigio" (But mama, Pablo's eyeball are blue, these cutie are having gray colored eyeballs) Martina argued. Only for mama who was Emotional, to pick up her slippers and stone them on Martina who ran for her dear life.

The chain was adjustable, allowing Aqua to wear the pendant at just the right length so that it rested over her heart. As she wore it, Aqua noticed the stone's clarity, reflecting her calm and balanced state of mind. Whenever she felt at peace, the pendant remained clear and pristine. However, when her emotions stirred, the pendant would change. A slight hue of blue appeared when she felt sadness, while a warm golden tone emerged during moments of happiness. If anger or fear took hold of her, the gemstone would darken, turning a deep, unsettling black.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Probably because I was seeing him up close, I took in all his features. His eyes weren’t just blue, they had golden flecks around them and his orbs were like an endless whirlpool, drawing whoever looked at him closer. His hair had rough curls at the tip and they looked really beautiful, his chiseled jawlines looked sharper than before. A part of his hair had fallen over his right eye, giving him a hot boyish look. His muscles were bulging from his tight-fitted polo, his chest I hit earlier was very defined. In all, Gabriel was the hottest guy I had ever come across.. not like I’d come across a lot but I don’t think that matters.

Luciano’s voice drifted from the doorway. He was leaning against the frame, his jacket still discarded, his white sleeves rolled up to reveal the ink and scars that mapped his history. He held a crystal glass of amber liquid, the ice clinking softly—a rhythmic, mocking sound in the quiet room. He looked relaxed, but his eyes were predatory, calculating the transformation before it had even begun.

he thundered. “There are no maidens with us,” said Hayden, “Let us through.” “You are mistaken, Alpha Prince,” bellowed Largo, “There is but one and she must be handed over. I can smell her tresses and hear her heartbeat.” Largo, still straddling the road, took a step forward and another. His footsteps made the ground quake and the forest behind him trembled. Several birds took flight, escaping the trembling trees. The Moko Jumbie bent his knees. He squatted before them, peering down at the eight men. He raised on side of his straw hat to reveal one of his eyes. The sclera of his eye was black instead of white and the iris itself was white. The strange eye swivelled around in its socket sear