Present Mic Eye Color Novels & Stories

Ricky asked. “Huh um no they are blue; you should get your eyes checked,” Jade said shaking her head. She wasn’t sure why the boy was so interested in her eyes. “No, they are gray Jade.” He challenged. “There’s only ever been one person with your eye color. You should be happy that you’re different.” “Whatever, I have to go,” Jade said rolling her eyes. She was hoping her Aunt was already waiting for her. “Should we tell her about the legends?” Stephan whispered to Ricky.

His mouth opened slightly in a shocked expression as he stared back at me. “Your eyes…” his voice trailed off. My eyes were a mix between blue and purple, but bright like the majority of my species. The color was different for everyone, but the vibrancy was what differed ours from human eyes. I hadn’t thought he would notice, let alone comment, since most humans didn’t. I looked away from him, slightly unnerved. “I’m sorry.” he let out a nervous laugh. “They’re just different. I’ve never seen color like that. They’re beautiful.”

“Mine are boring brown.” “Are you kidding?” he asked. “I’ll have you know they’re quite captivating.” I laughed. “Okay.” His eyes narrowed. “You don’t believe me?” I shook my head. “Why do you look offended?” I asked between laughs. “They’re my eyes, not yours.” “Yeah, and I’m offended that you’re looking down on yourself. Mine are a cold grey, yours are a warm brown. Have you seen how they change colours depending on the light? Plus when I look at you, it’s like you’re looking straight into my soul.”

For a moment, Massimo thought Millicent was just showing a photo of herself as a baby, adorable as always, lying in a different crib and chewing on her little hand, with other toys and a rather old-fashioned blanket by her side. However, as he looked better at that baby's round face and even at the slightly faded colors in the photo, Massimo finally noticed that the color of the eyes was darker, without any shade of green, while the halo of hair around her head It looked a little lighter than Millicent's pitch black. What did it mean…

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."

She was a scary lady but I can tell that she was going her best, her son was now Alpha due to her husbands passing. “May I just ask, as you know this was pack of wolves, are you a wolf? Or have any wolf heritage, your eye colour is unique and doesn’t usually occur in wolves.” This took me off guard, due to not knowing my father I was unsure what eye colour is common in wolves. I took a moment to think about the wolves I’ve met, realising that most of them have brown eyes with the occasional wolf having a shade of green but no blue.

“Then what?” I hesitated for a second, then looked at him. “What color are her eyes?” He blinked. “…What?” “Her eyes,” I repeated. “What color are they?” Jace stared at me for a second, clearly not expecting that. “Why are you asking me that now?” “Just answer.” He let out a small breath, thinking. “…Silver. Mostly. There’s a bit of gold in them, but it’s not strong.” My gaze shifted back to her.

For little Miss Camy to have so much faith in me was… Well, I didn’t know how to handle it, so I found myself just staring at her as she went on about my fucking eye color. “They’re usually a lighter, golden brown. More of an orange-red-yellow really. Like a deep citrine. But now they’re just flat bullshit brown.” God, I didn’t know what to do with her intense scrutiny of my eyes either. It was causing this strange pressure to bloat in my chest, which was overwhelming and slightly uncomfortable. I’m pretty sure I wasn’t a fan. She needed to stop seeing so much of me.

Going over the past few hours in my head, I crouched on the bathroom floor and cried. Pixie's soothing voice came into my head, “I’m always here for you.” Despite the tears, I smiled hearing her melodic voice. She's the one friend that I've always had. Feeling fresh and good, I look at myself in the mirror as I blot out the excess water from my hair. Wiping the fog from the mirror over the face basin, my red puffy eyes appear different. My pupil was black but my iris changed to reflect its top half, blue, while the bottom half was amber. I did understand what it meant. The original color of my eyes was oceanic blue and I have never met anyone whose eyes became two colors. My skin also showed

And set my shades on my head. “You good, Cuz?” He asks, curiously. He knew that I’d been looking for her too. I nod. He looks at me, skeptically. “You sure? Because your eyes are grey.” Oh! Shit. I have no idea why. But my eyes change color depending upon my mood. Grey when I’m horny. Green when I’m pissed off. Brown when I’m sad. And blue when I’m happy. I know, weird right? I give him a stern look, like: ‘Leave it alone, Vic!’ I put my shades back on. He throws up his hands in surrender.