Mr Popo Eyes Novels & Stories

I mumble under my breath, not really to anyone. “I think this means we can’t trust him,” Poppy interjects. “I mean, I already don’t trust him, and I’ve only just seen him for a few moments.” I roll my eyes at her. “Poppy, I’m pretty sure you feel that way because you think his eye color is strange.” “It is strange!” she exclaims. “Who has yellow eyes? It’s like he has… jaundice or something!” “Actually, when a person has jaundice, it’s the whites of their eyes that turn yellow, dear, not the irises,” Mystica explains to my maid, and I stifle a laugh because it seems clear to me that Poppy already knows that.

“Looks like you how?” She presses a finger to her cheek. “His face looks like mine. I told him that, and he laughed. His eyes…” Poppy taps her own. “…are like mine. But more… shiny. Blue and green mixed. Like the ocean in the book. His nose is like my nose. His hair is dark. And when he smiles…” she lifts her little shoulders, like this is the sweetest thing in the world, “…he looks like me if I am big and boy version.”

I nodded. "Your wish is my command, my Queen. I'll take my blindfold now," I warned everybody else, and touched the knot Sohan made before then began to unmake it. Folding it and putting it on my lap, I blinked, getting used to the light again. I heard lots of gasps, probably because most people here have never seen my eyes, they must be mesmerized.

Next to the jar is a small scoop seated on a folded towel. I’m not going to enjoy what’s about to come next. Or maybe I will? Pain does make me hard sometimes. I mentally hum. No. This will suck. Unless it’s Jase or Carley causing me pain, I don’t think this will make me horny. Damn. Razor grabs the little melon scoop. It’s not sharp, so this is going to be very painful. “Don’t worry, purdy eyes. I’m gonna take good care o’ your eye. It’ll be my most prized possession. Who knows, maybe I’ll add the whole Chaos set once my pet storm delivers them to me.”

"Okay Theo, are you actually a student of Eastwood?" "Yes.." he hiccups, tears rolling freely down his rosy cheeks, making me kind of sorry. He looked like a scared little puppy. No, he actually looked like a scared little teddy bear. He had a tiny cute mole on the side of his right eye. And then I notice something else. He is wearing contacts. His blue eyes are also fake! "Take those contacts off," I tell him. For some reason, I wanted to see his real eye colour. I guess it's probably brown.

] His eyes move over me, looking for any signs of distress or fatigue from me – I shake my head at him. [“I’m fine, this was different to last time, probably because of the book and Pops instructions. Don’t worry – I’ll stop if I start to feel unwell.”] I promise just as Pops lets out a sound of confirmation, his hands stilling on a page and quickly scanning it. He lifts it carefully, showing me the picture on it. [“Is this what the marks look like?”] He points at an illustration of a wolf head with a large red star on their brow.

The guy with a lolipop on finally was willing to spit the lolipop out of his mouth He happened to looked at the monsters bloody red eyes when they turned their heads to look at them after hearing such a loud noise Especially if Ash was still retching to his heart content after having to give a massage to his throat gently The flickering bloody red eyes of the monsters in front, not far away from where they stood had made Maki made up his mind to finally say in a confirmed tone, "Ah? Its a concious monster" spitting out the lollipop on his mouth as Maki stared at those bloody red eyes, as if rippling with blood and uncontrollable desire to eat and fill their hungry stomach up.

He forcefully and delicately made Evelyn raise her head slightly so that he could examine her eyes. The Pope said, "If it's convenient, could you please tell us about yourself? Your eyes, your body ...... and about your affair with the devil." Evelyn didn't look surprised; only a subtle, fleeting look of curiosity appeared on her face as she asked softly, "That's strange ...... How did you know that?" "I'm not blind, boy," the Pope said humorously, "even as I lay in my bedroom I could see that ominous cloud perched above your head. The odor is strong on you, too, and I'm not an idiot or some silly boy who hasn't seen the world before."

Dr. Montero pushed his glasses up and studied the screen with Dark. “I don’t think they had surgery. They’re too young for that. And if they were clones, how do you explain their behavior? They even have your eye color. Everything matches you except their lips—I’m betting those came from their mother.”