Mr Popo Eyes Novels & Stories

"WHOA!'' A collective gasped from the crowd. Heart shaped face. Angled, full black eyebrows and thick, long eyelashes. High, thin and pointed nose. Natural rosy cheeks. Velvety honey skin. And most importantly, her charmer asset, pair of amber eyes. Approximately less than a million of the world population possess such a rare color of eyes. It just happens, Care is one of the blessed few. She possesses a beauty unrivaled, too. How perfect can she be! People pushed and pulled against each other competing to give her their good graces. "Truly, diamond of the first water." Skylar complimented, taking her hand to kiss it. The gentleman is a Rivas, an heir to their mining and construction busines

Leonardo inquired. "What?" "Describe your face, your body, your hair, everything about you." "Why, sir?" "Angela, I'm blind, but I still have a vivid imagination. When we talk, I want to see your face in my head. " Angela smiled. "OK, I have bulging eyes, a funnel nose, curly hair, I'm fat, I have puffy lips; in short, I have an ugly face," Angela said proudly. "OK, you can go now."

They had texted me the room number so I walked over and knocked on the door. “Hey wassup, Poppie,” he said, opening the door with a smile. As I looked at him again, I remembered him. He was a cutie with dimples. He looked similar to Bow Wow, in height and build. He even had the light, hazel eyes to match. “Hey Marcus,” I said, giving him a hug after he closed the door.

The three of them, Mia and Ryder and Priya, at a table in a restaurant with good light and better wine. He’d chosen it. She’d looked at it when he showed her and said: your father would have approved. He’d held her gaze for a long moment. Then: yes. He would have. They ate. They talked. They argued about something that didn’t matter and mattered completely because it was theirs. At some point Priya raised her glass. Looked at both of them. “To the wrong pair of eyes,” she said. Mia stared at her. “You knew about that?” she said.

black hair, 5 o’clock shadow beard and piercing silver eyes that looked really familiar. I sniffed in the air and his scent made my mouth water, liquorice and lemons. my mind was screaming “mate” but at the same time an image came forward with that of a black wolf with silver eyes. “ Poppy, poppy, did you hear me?” viola asked and snapped her fingers at me. “huh” “ I know he's your mate and he hasn't met Holly so I took him here so you two could meet each other. Poppy?”

If we were legal, I'd buy us alcohol. "Look at those eyes." "He could be the shortest man alive and I'd still bang him." "Shhh… lower your voice." I tried whispering the last part, but something inside me was burning. How could Margot Pope talk so easily about him? How could anyone be in his presence and not become a whole puddle of skin and fabrics? I'm sure that if I was before him, I'd soon die of a heart attack if I stared long enough into those eyes.

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It's strange, I have sat through an entire class, of my favorite professor, and I've not learned a single thing because of the stupid pair of green eyes living rent free in my head. To be fair, he isn't done anything to me. It's more his mindset, that he can have any pussy he bats his eyelashes at because he's filthy rich, that pisses me off. That's why my body's sudden craving for his touch confuses the hell out of me. Jesus, I'm a mess. "April, got a minute?" McAdams calls out, adjusting the thick rimmed glasses on the tip of his nose. "Sure." I walk closer to the podium, where a bald, round bellied man stands holding a stack of folders in his hands.

He set his champagne flute on the round table and asked, "What reasons do you think a man has for approaching a lady?" Natalie pursed her lips, her gaze turning frosty. "I doubt you're after my eyes." Aaron's expression hardened, but only for a second. He feigned nonchalance. "You sure know how to crack a joke, Ms. Sutton." She put up her hands as if to dismiss such credit, saying wryly, "You think I'm joking, Mr. Jespier, but it's a true story. My ex-husband only got close to me because he wanted my eyes. He stole my corneas and gave them to his beloved."

She frowned, and put her head down on the table, and closed her eyes for a moment. Dimitri and Pete walked through the door, Pete went to work on the soup, Ivan whispered to Dimitri about her arms. He looked over but said nothing. Pete cleared this throat, and Jade looked up. Her eyes a pale gray, almost white startled him he dropped the bowl of soup shattering the bowl when it hit the ground. He broke his stare, and grabbed a cloth, “My apologies you're eyes aren't as gray as they used to be. It’s almost a pale white,” he whispered.