Taylor Swift Eye Surgery Novels & Stories

He wiped those sweat behind his ears as I closely stared at his eyes. "Are your eyes...always been hazelnut?" He raised an eyebrow. "No lies," I begged, trying to calm myself. I saw the hesitation in his eyes before he wagged his head. "What happened?" "Zee." He bent his head a little before he sighed. "I received eye surgery." "Why?" I asked again, trying to confirm what I was thinking. My chest was pounding so hard. I couldn't hide the tremble of my lips. "You got into an...accident?" I hardly breathe.

He reminded her. This time, he learnt his lesson from what happened the first time and skipped the alcohol entirely. Couldn’t have this pretty woman drunk on her birthday and alcohol simply didn’t suit her. Their meal arrived and the two of them had conversation about many things and in the middle of it all, Stefan spoke. “You know, Eva, I contacted my friend, the doctor and he agreed to giving you a free lasik surgery. Your checkup and operation will be scheduled on Saturday next week." "Usually, it would take two days, one day for checkup and one day for operation, but since he’s quite a busy man, we’ve decided to do both in one day, is it okay with you?” He asked.

So when we succeed and Henry’s with me again, he’ll still see a part of me. Doctor Ellis nodded. “Well, she’s right. Their eyes were almost the same, and the one in the picture is only a bit wider, but the difference isn’t too noticeable.” “Very well. We’ll keep your eyes the same.” Randy said to me. The surgery started an hour later. We were called once the surgery room was prepared. My heart beats so fast, I can hear it through my ears. Doctor Ellis operated on my nose first. Then he also added permanent contours and small details like tiny freckles on my forehead, and a brown mole under my ears.

Mia THREE WEEKS LATER “Alright, Miss Preston! Your new face is ready to view. You may now open your eyes!” I could hardly believe it. Three weeks had already passed, and here we were. The surgery had been a success, though they had warned me from the beginning—it was a fifty-fifty, life-changing procedure. I had gone through it anyway, holding on to hope, and somehow, the days had slipped by faster than I expected. At the sound of the doctor’s voice telling me I could finally open my eyes and see the new me, excitement swelled in my chest. My heart pounded so loudly it felt like it might burst.

But I’m not backing down, not when I’ve come this far. Doctor Fred had worked so hard to come up with a concoction that would hide the mark on my neck. He had done a skin surgery on me, I don’t know how he did it, I don’t even know how he mixed the concoction but it had worked, it actually worked and I was so shocked, but then again, nothing surprises anymore, nothing at all. I guess he is also a surgeon, the surgical procedure on me is so perfect. He added something to it, something that affects our eyesight, making it impossible for anyone to see the mark on my neck. I wore an off-shoulder top that shows off my flawless skin, exposing my neck for the first time since I got marked by Domini

It hurts. "Nothing baby, am not crying" Angelina said, using her fingers to wipe her tears. "Like I was saying, your father is talking with doctor Nancy right now and she said that your eyesight can be restored when the surgery is done but not this year since your barely 10" Angelina muttered, gently raking the comb down ace's smooth dark hair.

“How?” Tamara remained silent for a beat, then sighed. “I got full body reconstruction surgery. That means new skin, new grafts, new hair implants, new everything. Every single thing about me was changed. Except for my eyes,” Lindsay’s face held the perfect amount of shock and intrigue. “But why? I mean you're a very beautiful woman. Don’t get me wrong but even as Elena Windsor, you were beautiful,” Tamara chuckled lightly under her breath. The camera momentarily forgotten as she turned to Lindsay.

Two warriors immediately stepped forward and grabbed Selena, one on each side, pinning her in place. "Carlson? What are you planning to do? You have to hear me out! It's all a frame-up! I was framed! No! Don't touch my eyes!" She stared at Carlson's approaching claws and finally lost her shit, screaming and struggling hard against her constraints to break free. Carlson then grabbed hold of the silver eyeball and said in a cold voice, "My poor Ayna never used a single dose of anesthesia when she underwent the surgery. So now, maybe you should also experience what it's like."

What else did he know? “Yes. My first procedure was my nose, and slight change to my eye lids, then ears, and mouth.” I wring my hands together, placing them both between my thighs. “They’re small changes. It doesn’t make you as different as you think it does. Whatever surgery they did was minor.”

"Great-grandma, why have you become so thin? Your eyes are swollen. What's wrong?" Yasmin was equally as concerned and walked over to ask, "Did the doctor say it's serious?" Imogen sighed softly. "The doctor said it's conjunctivitis combined with a stye. My eye has been irritating me and feeling unbearably itchy recently. I told Ivan, and he brought me to the doctor. "After the examination, the doctor said I need a minor surgery. But since I'm old, I need someone to stay with me during the procedure."