Miss Green Eyes 소설 & 이야기

A blonde girl with big blue eyes walks in _" Hello, my name is Poppy, I would like to work for the lady because the money is super attractive, it's like more than what I get from hookups in like 6months" "Next!". _" oh...well, give me a call whenever you feel like having fun".she winks at me "Please leave". Next was a beautiful dark-skinned lady "Hello my name is Yemi, I'm Nigerian, and I think I'm capable of taking care of Miss Violet or was it Mrs?, anyway, I can cook, clean, whatever". I nod my head "That's great".

Y0urM1n3 “Mm sounds beautiful, and your eyes?” LuvNHugs “Green, really green.” Y0urM1n3 “Perfect combination Angel, I have blue eyes and well mostly Dark brown hair, I’m afraid there’s a few grays in there now.” LuvNHugs “I’m sure it’s wonderful, works for George Clooney right? Y0urM1n3 “You’re very sweet, you like Clooney?” Well of course I’d drooled over Dr Doug Ross in ER just like every other hot blooded woman.

For little Miss Camy to have so much faith in me was… Well, I didn’t know how to handle it, so I found myself just staring at her as she went on about my fucking eye color. “They’re usually a lighter, golden brown. More of an orange-red-yellow really. Like a deep citrine. But now they’re just flat bullshit brown.” God, I didn’t know what to do with her intense scrutiny of my eyes either. It was causing this strange pressure to bloat in my chest, which was overwhelming and slightly uncomfortable. I’m pretty sure I wasn’t a fan. She needed to stop seeing so much of me.

- she gasped, feeling him caress the side of her breast as his hand slowly rose to her face. - You don't need to understand, dear... - He opened a smile and Missy pretended, inside her mind, that she had lifted that sheet a little, more and more confused by those ambiguous sentences, and had seen a flash of bright green eyes and sharp canines among the shadows. -What big eyes you have, Grandma... And what a big mouth too... - With those beautiful eyes fixed on her, Missy didn't even have to pretend that she was fascinated.

"Myra Moretti. Please come here. The surgeon wants to talk to you." A nurse called her name and guided her to the nearby room. "Good afternoon Dr. Blake." A 21-year-old girl with a height of 5 feet 11 inches stood in front of a surgeon while greeting. She was wearing black jeans and a white t-shirt. Her long waist-length golden brown hair was tied in a ponytail. The most beautiful feature in her appearance is her ocean blue big eyes. She is indeed a beautiful creation of God. She got her eyes from her mother. Her mother Minerva has the same ocean blue eyes as her.

“Look at her eyes...” “They're different... blue?” “It's more than blue... there's something purple in her irises.” “They're beautiful.” “They're... strange.” Mia blinked, confused, and then saw her reflection in the window of a nearby car. Her eyes were indeed different. They were a vivid blue, with a purple-lilac ring surrounding the iris. They were silver eyes. She knew it the moment she saw them. This wasn't just a reflection of the light or an emotional effect. It was real.

She sobs and I hold her tight. "Did you see that girl's eyes? They are like gold." "Yellow eyes." "They must be contacts." "She has always been a little odd." I glance up and there are some students passing by and looking at us. It never crossed my mind that mind-reading would affect my eyes too. "Mia we should go. We are drawing too much attention. My eyes are..." She wiped her tears with the back of her hand and nodded. *****

Ellie with her eye lashes now thick and black, her eye shadow a gaudy blueish color, and her lip stick a bright cocksucker red now looks both cheap and slutty. The makeup done, Missy now stares at Ellie for a long moment, seemingly turning something over in her mind. Ellie notices how her gaze seems to be pointed directly at her chest as she wonders what Missy could be thinking. "Hmm yes maybe that could work after all." Missy finally says. "Ok then I think I can remember the wording to the spell. Relax, close your eyes and in a moment you will feel a sharp pain in your chest but it won't last long. Open your eyes when I tell you."

Grey replied. Green eyes grinned. "I don't think that's why you want to gorge out my eyes, Grey," he said, calling Grey's name for the first time, and Grey stared at him without any enthusiasm on his face. "You want to remove my eyes because Maya calls me green eyes since that was the first thing she noticed about me. My charming green orbs," he said with a taunting smile on his face and Grey stared at him.

Everyone else is calm and collected as if nothing out of the ordinary is going on. I glance back over at the crying infant, her little eyes filled with tears that roll down her fawn-coloured cheeks. It’s the first time I’ve seen her eyes, and I can’t help but feel surprised as I take in their appearance. They’re intense, like pools of lava formed by a dazzling gold around the pupil that bleeds into a vibrant crimson red. As a Goddess, I had expected her to be born with silver eyes like the other Gods, but instead, they are the perfect mix of her mother’s golden eyes and the blood red that once signified Oshmin’s curse.