Miss Green Eyes Novels & Stories

I forgot. Miss, whoever she is, looked at me shockingly but there's a hint of familiarity and sadness in her eyes. As I stared at her, I realized she really looked so weird and no offense, ugly. There's a huge birthmark that covered her left forehead, down to her eye and her ear. There's also a huge mole on the lower right side of her mouth. To top everything off, she has a lot of pimples, acne scars and blackheads. This girl needs help.

Taking a quill, she delicately dips it into a pot of gelled ink, then gently applies the ink to her lashes, adding a touch of definition and allure to her eyes. Meanwhile, Madissa confidently takes her place at her desk, not needing a mirror to guide her. With a keen sense of instinct and touch, she begins her makeup routine. She opts for a captivating pinkish purple shade with hints of gold, accentuating her natural radiance. As for her eyes, Madissa chooses a combination of pinkish purple and delicate golden hues, perfectly complementing the enchanting depths of her hazel and yellow eyes. After considering adding gelled ink to her lashes, she decides against it, allowing her natural beauty

Mesilla says, and though I do think it’s more of a necessary flattery on her end, she looks sincere “I’ve never met anyone with eyes like yours.” I glance back at the mirror, at my eyes so dark they look black. I take after my grandmother, even more than my Mum did. The same ivory skin, dark hair and eyes, small built and sharp features. Of course, in a world of magic where people with ungodly strength and senses exist, their eyes glowing like jewels in darkness, mine would look rather peculiar. “Me neither,” I admit with a chuckle “It feels a little odd.” “Do people in the east have eyes like yours, Your Ladyship?” Mesilla asks, curiosity making her eyes grow wider

She could now see clearly from afar, and it's not by wearing contact lenses. 'Friend, do you know? I painfully paid a hundred points to cure my eyes.' When Misty saw Agatha shaking her head lost in thoughts, she assumed her friend was having another difficulty in her life. Misty admired her friend for being tough. Unfortunately, she hated how Agatha never shared problems with her.

I sighed and got up to take a shower. Oh, how rude of me. I should probably introduce myself. I'm Renee Smith. I'm 16 years old. I have wavy brunette hair and I have purple eyes. Weird combination, huh? I got my purple eyes from my great-great-grandma, as my parents say. I really was confused why both my parents have light brown eyes and have different hair colors, which my mom's is black and my dad's brown. I kept asking them a lot of questions when I was 10, but eventually, I let all that go.

Levi smiles and waves at me while Mina glares at me as she takes a sip from her special smoothie. Mina has medium brown hair that goes slightly past her shoulders with fringe bangs, a full face of makeup, and hazel eyes. Mina has a model body and is on the taller side. I’m sure she could be a model if she wanted to. She isn’t bad looking, but nothing about her feels natural. Without all the makeup and designer clothes, I have a feeling she would be more average than the bombshell she creates for the world.

She looks ashamed. “Why is it hypocritical of you to judge me?” I look at her with my curiosity picked. “Let’s just say that I’m you in my pack, the one people love to gossip about for having something different, but with me, the reason people talk about me is my eyes. Purple eyes haven't been seen in over 147 years.” She explains to me. “Wow, you’re literally one of a kind. Well, let’s go find that book of yours.” I say standing up and grabbing Mrs. Linda’s note from her hand.

After business hours, of course. I gave a remark about her being the maid and countered, pronouncing her name incorrectly on purpose. Her fake smile disappeared immediately, replaced by a sexy smug look. A look of what she truly is; a mad woman. Fucking hot. But her eyes—no matter how much she smiles, there is fire in them--passion and wrath. Just by looking at them, I can tell that she is frequently either pissed, or very pissed. I heard she has Heterochromia—her supposedly blue eyes were partially damaged because of an ugly fall as a child, causing her inner irises, just near the pupil, to turn orange or maybe brown, whichever it is, it made her beautiful. Her orange specks on her right ir

Selena found herself lost in those eyes of his, those electric green eyes. She kept staring, and the guilt she had kept slowly growing, it kept gnawing at her. It felt like she was cheating on Maddox. But the thing here was that she wasn’t dating the alpha, she never was and would probably never will.

He was intrigued “Oh she didn’t mean it, she corrected herself straight away and said they might hurt me! Although I don’t know why anyone would ever want to hurt me, and I never went out so recognise didn’t make sense either. Just before I started school mum said she would give me a fresh new look. I felt like I was having a real princess day. I got my hair done, make up and mum even let me try some of them eye changing contact lenses!” I smile at the memory “Why would you change your eyes?” Damon quizzes