Mha Eyes Novels & Stories

Megan saw his reaction and started to tear up too, she couldn't make out the people in the distance but she knew there was only one person in this world who could cause her husband to have such a reaction. She took an item from her storage ring and put it on her face. It was a pair of glasses with white frames that were filled with runes. Inside the frame was mana glass with even more runes around the edges. These were the new version of the zoom goggles that Xasha created, they were much more compact and stylish and worked better than the previous version.

But I can't understand why he looks so bad. "Before we start, I've read all your information in the office and I found out that you have a classmate who has medical records about his eye." I frowned. who? I saw him talking to your girl in front. He was saying something here and the woman was nodding at him. The woman who seemed to be still blushing immediately stood up and approached me. "Ms. Lorelay has Glaucoma,” [A group of eyes diseases that can cause vision loss and blindness by damaging a nerve in the back of the eye.] I blinked at what he said. Who has Glaucoma? I?

But in the end, he still wrapped an arm around the drunken Angela and helped her into the car. Amid the rain, the black Maybach slowly disappeared from my line of sight. After it drove off, a familiar voice rang out beside me. "Was it worth it, doing all that for him?" I smiled and said, "There's no such thing as worth it or not. Life is long. If something's bad for you, you just throw it away." "I heard you've got a brand-new original design draft in the making." I turned and met those bright, sparkling eyes. I teased, "Did you plant some kind of surveillance device on me, Mr. Rivers?"

Gulping,I hear the women's footsteps coming closer. " Any issues ma'am?" " Hmm" She barely says stepping in front of me. And I keep my head lowered. When all of a sudden, she tugs on my chin. Pushing it up and I keep in the gasp. Staring right into his eyes. Don't..move ..Mia... don't move. Her eyes were a shade of purple and I won't lie. I have never seen anyone with this eye colour ever before.Continuing to stare at her without blinking. I see her nod at me.

I blinked, rubbing my eyes and shaking my head at the thought that I was dizzy from the climb and seeing things that weren't there, when I opened my eyes and looked again, this time the gaze was close and the view unmistakeable. It was..... Blue eyes. Wait, does Mac have blue eyes?

Mia was still staring at the mirror with her heart racing, her chest rising and falling in a breath that didn't seem to be enough to relieve the tension that was gripping her body. Her eyes. Those eyes. She could hardly believe what she saw reflected back at her. They weren't your ordinary green eyes. No. Now, his eyes were completely transformed, with a deep shade of blue, the iris circled by a purple circle, cut by a thin, feline pupil, like that of a wolf. They were intense, wild, dangerous.

Henry glared at her, his voice filled with disdain as he spat out, "Didn't I warn you to stay away from me?" Jason observed the exchange, his heart stirring as Mia's gaze met his. Her deep, brown eyes were captivating, and he found himself drawn into their innocence and vulnerability. As he continued to watch her, he felt a connection forming between them, as though he could get lost in the depths of her expressive eyes.

I helped steady her as she rose, noticing the fresh tears that had formed in the corners of her eyes. Lastly, I moved to my friend, Maeve who had the saddest eyes of all, a dark brown that pools that seemed to hold the weight of the world now. As he opened them slowly and saw our grim surroundings, dread filled his gaze. "I know bro, I know..." I said quietly. "But, it's time to wake up."

She ascended. Gravity released its hold on her. She floated inches off the floor. Her toes pointed down. Her arms drifted at her sides. The white hair that framed her face stood on end. It waved in a wind that didn't exist in the room. But it was her eyes that stopped my breath in my throat. I had seen Feral eyes—the mindless red of the beast. I had seen Highblood eyes—the arrogant gold of the elite. I had seen the silver of the Moon Well.

Those ocean blue eyes and the way they set upon her face, churned Matsyaa's insides in unfamiliar uneasiness. Deep orbs, confined in even darker rings made them look like there was an entire universe behind those curly lashes with stars and moons. It was surreal. Especially when his eyes had a language of their own. They spoke of authority, dominance, and intimidation to some degree.