One Eye Wrong Turn Novels & Stories

"Luna! Luna, Something's wrong!" My heart clenched.

Sia's Pov Two hours into the moment, my eyes spun. I could see clearly, of course. But I had too many drinks already, which I shouldn't have. “You're drunk—” Amy mentioned again. “No—” I shook my head as I tried to grab the bottle once again. “Trust me: I'm fine, Amy.” My eyes shut, and I rested on the couch - waiting for a miracle to happen. I shouldn't have come here - not now or ever. Although I felt very much better than I did. People who I looked at, the ones who danced, and the ones who attended to the orders the people asked for. And then, there were strippers.

He asked Nerea. Nerea embraced him with a mother's care, and the pleasant aroma of vanilla and cocoa bean calmed his jangled nerves, “Of course, Capito. I will be with you every step they allow me to, and I will be waiting when you are finished.” Warren stepped forward, “I have yellow eyes.” Much to his dismay Warren turned out to be the only one with yellow eyes. The fairy nodded, “Name please.” “Warren Vandal.” “Age?” “Fifteen,” Warren replied. The experience started to resemble a trip to the doctor's office.

Except he has to go in the same outfits as his brothers and black was the color for the day. His dark, golden blonde hair always drapes to the side of his face, concealing his right eye from sight. One time, it stirred up a rumor that his right eye was damaged. He had to make a statement on it, clearing the rumor. Said it was just a part of his fashion statement and his right eye is perfectly okay. “I'm so sorry, Lynn. I didn't see you there–“ I mumble, picking up my books that fell in different directions. A low hiss reverberates from him and I shudder and move backward.

The door handle turns. Fuck.

Sky bent over, hands braced on her knees as she fought to catch her breath. I exhaled, hopeful. But then— Neo turned his head slightly, just enough to glance back at me. And the look in his eyes— Pure. Fucking. Hate. And worse? A decision. My blood ran cold. I had made a mistake.

"What you two need is a brain! I gave you one simple task, you told me you'd been watching the brat all week, and you still brought me the wrong girl. How is that possible?" "Wrong girl?" they asked at the same time and looked at me as if I was talking nonsense. "Yes, geniuses, the wrong girl! This isn't Hannah's cousin," I informed them. "What do you mean? Look closely, she has the same slanted eyes," Lennon replied indignantly. "Where did you get the idea that Hannah's cousin has slanted eyes, you idiot? Didn't you see the photos online?" I shouted furiously.

He turns. Our eyes meet. And I realize just how completely fucked I am.

After taking several deep breaths, I finally pushed open the door softly. Sunlight poured through the windows. Princess Shirley stood quietly beside them. At the sound of the door opening, she slowly turned around. Her eyes were red. She looked exactly like a small rabbit that had been hurt. "Joseph." She looked at me, her trembling voice barely above a whisper. "It's been a long time."

She shakes her head, setting the bowl of icing on the counter, “I’m just saying one of these days you’re going to screw the wrong guy and 1 or 2 things are bound to happen.” I held up a finger as I swallowed the last of the cupcake, “your right, the 2 things about screwing the wrong guy are 1, the guy who can’t get the job done or 2, thinks, I’m his Miss Wright,” I chuckled. She shook her head, “no, 1, has a girlfriend or mate that cares about him sleeping around or, 2 you fall hard for a guy that is just like you, a one and done.”