Mr Popo Eyes Novels & Stories

A gentle flow of conversation breaks amongst the group as they compliment Elijah on the house's new modifications when an unseen voice squeaks from behind us. “You’re all here,” the voice carries a smile embedded within their cheerful tune, excited at our arrival. We spin around and I’m met with a pair of familiar icy blue eyes, blinking excitedly through long curled lashes as she peeks from behind the opened door. Her scent hits me; recognisable as I notice her pointed ears peeking through her pulled-back bun, beaming as she greets us. Poppy.

"Pin! Teka lang, hintayin mo ako diyan. 'Wag na 'wag kang aalis!" "Cason.. I just want to tell you that I love you and you're the reason why I eliminated the 'ed' at the marupoked! I'm now again that vulnerable girl they used to know, I'm back at being marupok and that's because of you! I love you." Nakita kong papalapit na nang papalapit ang lalaking iyon. He's wearing a leather jacket and I can see something in its pocket. Wait, is that a gun?

Sapphire POV My eyes suddenly snapped open when I heard two people audibly gasp, I turned my head towards them, and I could see the stunned looks on their faces like they had never seen anyone like me before. I finally shook out all my fur to walk over to Ryder and Poppy who were still there with their mouth wide open a train could run through it; I rolled my eyes at them before nuzzling my head into them so they could touch my fur to confirm that I am indeed real.

His voice made me snap my gaze up from the floor to look at him. "I want you to look in my eyes while you rub your clit for me through those panties. You are not allowed to stop until I tell you so." My breathing had turned shallow and as my eyes met with those light brown eyes of his, I felt something in me snap. It was like a confirmation that Pietro wasn't human, he was a monster whose eyes had the power to manipulate people.

The next few strips hurt as he pulled them off, but not as bad as the first one. Sooner than she had expected, the process was over. “Jus’ one last step.” Malcom murmured as he laid a hot towel over her mound while grabbing a few more things from the tray. Poppy refused to open her eyes. It seemed silly, but she still couldn’t process the up and down with this man. One minute, he was declaring undying love, the next running for the hills. And now he was here, doing some rather intimate “grooming” and she had no idea what his end game was.

the man's red eyes glinted, his pale white face was adorned by dangerous glint. 'So, those werepups hadn't died. huh~' ***

She dug her nails into her small palms and not one single tear left her eyes, clenching her small fists she bravely looked into her Papa’s eyes,They were identical to her own, a brilliant blue that took your breath away, the Moretti eyes he told her, only a true Moretti had them. She saw him blink once and caught her breath, that was her sign, Papa had taught it to her.

It is better to be safe than sorry. My heart was full when I approached him. My hands were shaking and my heart was beating fast but I ignored it. My eyes were then fixed on his face. I stared at his face for a long time. I just noticed that he has a mole on the corner of his right eye. Both of her eyebrows are thick and well-groomed like a woman who is artistic in her body and takes care of herself. His nose is pointed and his eyes are a bit hollow. His eyelashes are long. Anyone can get attracted to how beautiful his lips are because it is naturally curved like that bow. It's quite thin so it's really attractive to look at.

I protested. “Cancel them," he rubbed a hand over his face, then he spat like a piece of hair got into his mouth. He pulled the tiny black hair from his lips and wiped it on his jeans. He smelt his hands, and then he yelled, “Dammit!” Shit. That was the hand Roxy shook. “Pops, I think you need to wash your hands before you leave—oh and your face," I laughed. He headed to the bathroom, cursing beneath his breath. I laughed some more, I hope Pops knows what he was doing with this Pebbles girl.

He crossed his arms and said in a cold voice, “Wipe your tears well and arrange yourself properly. Why are you making yourself look so miserable? Do you want the whole world to know that you cried?” Kyle lowered his head, his hands shaking. “I… I’m s…orry…” He quickly used the sleeve of his oversized grey sweater to wipe the tears from his pale face. Then, he timidly looked up at Noah to confirm if his appearance was okay. The moment Noah’s eyes met those watery, large, innocent eyes, his gaze turned intensely malicious. Why was this lab rat effortlessly innocent? Why did he possess such beautiful, pretty eyes that no amount of starvation could ruin?