Yellow Face Summary Novels & Stories

USER: EPPIRSRNBAE: My favorite color is yellow. ME: That’s deep. USER: EPPIRSRNBAE: Ha-ha. U said anything. ME: Touché. Okay. Yellow. Like a school bus? USER: EPPIRSRNBAE: Umm…more like canary. Bright, but not too bright. Puts me in a good mood. ME: So ur one of those cranky girls…unless u get ur dose of yellow? USER: EPPIRSRNBAE: Lol. Yeah. A raging monster.

“The side effects of his… treatments…” “And by treatments you mean--” “Yes,” she said curtly, cutting me off. She took a deep breath. “Well, they’ve changed the color of his eyes.” Jason and I both stared at her. “Changed the color of his eyes? Like they’re bloodshot?” “No. No, they’re no longer… they don’t look like Kyle’s anymore. They’re… they’re yellow.” Jason and I both instinctually looked towards his filing cabinet, then back to Deidre. “Yellow?” My tone was incredulous. “The blood transfusion turned his eyes yellow?”

I take it without looking at her then hold it up in the hidden hollow of my blankets. A stranger’s eyes stare back at me. Numbness chases a sharp spike of pain that he was right. The icy blue I’ve had and loved my whole life, the color that marked me as a Solberg, is gone. In its place is a warm hazel, all brown and gold with the barest hint of green. A color I might even call pretty on someone else. In my face, it looks monstrous.

My head snapped back, and I tasted blood. "Two." Another punch. My stomach. I doubled over, retching. "Three." She grabbed my hair and yanked my head up so I was looking at her face. Up close, her eyes weren't honey-colored. They were yellow. Like a wolf's. "Stay down," she whispered. "And maybe I'll stop." I should have stayed down. But something inside me—something small and stubborn and furious—refused. "No," I choked out. Freya's smile vanished.

I knew he was right, I could not hide this forever. "Here, look for yourself," I say, handing him the phone. I know this is going badly because his eyes, which are gray, turn a color... yellow? It is decided, I have gone crazy.

“I’m quite good with my red glitter.” “I don’t really like gold glitter glue but I don’t want that rice on my slime though.” Mavis pointed at Zariyah’s bowl. “I’ll role the spinning wheel now, godluck cleaning the mess.” Shanoa cackled as she spins the wheel. In their second spin, Lystra got the green glove, Mavis got the blue glove, Fauzia got the white glove, Zariyah got the black glove while Lumiere got the pink glove. Before Zariyah cut off the glove, she closed her eyes. “Please be a black glue to cover the rice, please.” After hopefully wishing, she cut the glove and she was even more disappointed when clear glue came out of it.

Jade put her hands on the table, Max's eyes got big. “What?” Jayden asked. “Look, look at her arms.” He spoke. Everyone brought their attention to her arms; they were a purplish color as if her skin was dying. Jayden slowly moved his hand to her arm; he ran his fingers over them. “It feels dead.” He spoke. Max touched it and then Ivan. No one said anything. Jade looked at her dad, and then at the others. She frowned, and put her head down on the table, and closed her eyes for a moment.

both Adrien and Frost asked at the same time. "How is this even possible? I mean showing three colors at the same time? Even you, the most powerful vampire can only show two colors. One is red and the other one green who represents the most powerful breed," Adrien said, shocked. "That's what I'm confused about too," Daniel replied. "Which were these three colors?" Frost looking at Daniel. "Red, Yellow, and Blue," Daniel told him. Frost narrowed his eyes as he said, "Blue eyes represent Vampires while Yellow eyes represent werewolf and only powerful breeds like me and Adrien and some others too can change their eyes in red color in different kind of situations."

“This man doesn’t even remember that he has this ridiculous rule in his office where everyone should wear white clothes.” She dropped her accusing finger from ne, and as if the fire dimming, her lower lip wobbled and she said, “But, I really like, blue, purple, pink, red, black, orange, green..” She trailed off, again her gaze wandering all around the room. “Yellow.” Michael said, his lips twitching. The bastard was enjoying this. Her gaze came back to rest on him as she said, “Yes, yellow. It’s so bright, cheery, unlike him,” She gestured toward me with disgust, “Always frowning and scowling.”

Rayline. I glanced down at the notebook to see the notes I had scribbled : Hazel = fear, anxiety — Green = envy/ jealousy? Orange = annoyance — Red = lust, anger Pink = ? — Yellow = happy? Blue = sadness. Silver =? Healing? Speed? Strength? I immediately slammed the notebook down and put my hand on it. At the same time, I closed my textbook, which was still open on the chapter about mythical creatures, and pushed all my notes aside as a wave of panic spread through my body.