Oshi No Ko Star Eyes Novels & Stories

She looked at the paper. At her handwriting. At the honest version. “Good,” she said. She put it back in the drawer. Both papers. His and hers. Side by side. She looked at him. “Tomorrow,” she said. “Tomorrow,” he said. “Cape Town,” she said. “Cape Town,” he agreed. “The mountain,” she said. “The garden,” he said. “The plant with no correct name,” she said. “The kitchen full,” he said. “Dr. Osei,” she said.

And as he did, he had his eyes shifting to her eyes and then down to her lips. Their faces were inches apart and Kenshi was still bringing his face closer. She shut her eyes as she felt the need to. In movies, girls would close their eyes for a kiss and she is doing the same. Mizuko waited for his lips to touch hers. “Open your eyes, silly!” She felt a pain on her forehead and she rubs it, glaring at Kenshi when she knew what he did. His laugh echoed. “That looks good on you.” “What is good?” she asked, her stares with the intention to harm.

“S-She doesn’t even look human.” Sharko wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand and drew back, ready to swing again. “Blue eyes, blue hair...” Goro said, raising his hand. “Swear to God, I saw her eyes glow!” The steel bar froze mid-air. A crease cut deep across Sharko’s brow. “Did you say blue eyes and blue hair?” Goro nodded. Low murmurs rippled through the crew. Sharko’s jaw locked tight. His pulse thudded in his neck. “Gildeon Ayadi’s wife?” he grunted.

Koji opened his eyes. His head felt really heavy and dizzy. He saw his surrounding went devastated. He tried to take his glasses which were dropped near him. “This is bad, he took Rian away.” Koji sighed. He got up and he saw something strange on his glasses. Why were his glasses glowing red? As he remembered, he never changed the frame. He took them and a red little girl came out from the lens out of the blue. Koji was captivated seeing that girl who stared at him in wonder.

I saw a guy standing in front of the glass. “Hi! Names Maverick” He was decent looking but not much of my type. Do I even have a type? This place is fucking with my head. “Nina” I said “The girl with the green eyes” He said chuckling “Green eyes?” “Rumor was that when you killed the two rouges your eyes were shinning very brightly a deep green and….” He stopped saying whatever else he was going to say. I wasn’t sure how to respond. I didn’t realize my eyes were glowing. Is that part of the necklace and ring? I didn’t have time to analyze it because Wyatt walked into the room.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Her thick fur, a seamless blend of obsidian and smokey grey, shifted with each graceful movement, as if the night itself draped around her. But it was her eyes that held the true enchantment—twin amethysts glowing with an inner fire, deep pools of wisdom and untamed spirit. They gleamed like fragments of a twilight sky, holding secrets whispered only to the wind. Ah, I never knew that she could turn me into a poet, but I guessed that was what true love made you do. As a Gamma, Esther was the perfect balance between strength and strategy; a silent storm capable of turning into a tempest in an instant. Her flexible yet powerful frame moved with effortless precision, each step a dance of calcul