Yellow Face Summary Novels & Stories

Undoubtedly, arguing with him would lead to nothing because he would win everytime. Instead I tried a different route. "I will need time to get ready, and there's not enough time." "Then yellow is the new funeral color." I looked down at my glaring yellow sundress that reached a couple inches above my knees. One little tug, and the brown mark of his handprint around my thigh would say hello to the world. At the reminder, my hand shot up to my neck, and my head shook madly. "I'm not going anywhere like this." He neared, the tip of his thumb skimming over a spot on my neck, and it sent a wave of electricity dancing across my skin.

I nearly missed a turn. “You WHAT?” Alex looked delighted now that the truth was out. “There’s different colors,” he explained proudly. “Yellow means soft extraction. Red means danger. Blue means regroup point.” Alice raised her hand immediately. “Purple means snacks.” Jason was going to lose his mind. Or worse— Encourage this. By the time we arrived at the fairy house, I already knew exactly how the upcoming conversation would go. I opened the secure video call with Jason. His face appeared almost instantly on the large kitchen screen.

I wasn't aware how bad Thorne was feeling but if there was any hope that there was anyone who could help, Tank should at least seize it. "I'm sitting right in front of her, Lira." His eyeballs changed into a dreary yellow colour. I've seen eyes change into black, blue, red or white but never yellow, that was just another symptom called jaundice. "There's something wrong with your eyes." I pointed out, both my tongue and fingers were shivering. Tank closed his eyes for a few seconds and when he opened them, they were back to normal. "I want you to answer this, truthfully." He said standing up. "What did you do to Thorne last night?" He queried.

he checked for some time and finally gave me my phhoen back. "Use yellow." He said simply. I have been dying of colors and he decided just like that. "Yellow? Which yellow?" I asked. I mean there are at least a good 50 shades of yellow. Which one was I supposed to take. "Hold on a minute." He said and took out his phone. He searched for something and scrolled in his phone and stopped for a moment before looking at the pic and me constantly. He nodded to himself. I really amrried a psycho. I sighed. I was about to have my spoon full of food in my mouth when I heard Adam's voice.

He chuckled darkly, his eyes glowing a bright shade of amber gold. "We'll see about that you bastard!" Astrid raged and her eye color instantly turned yellow, one could literally feel the powerful energy emanating from her. The man was surprised to see the color of her eyes, he's never come in contact with a wolf who has a yellow eyes before. Wolves with yellow eyes are very rare to see, they're more like a special breed of wolves. They convey a great sense of power and strength and are called special wolves or lucky one, they're also known to retain a noble and majestic quality.

"However, if it shows yellow, it means the person you encounter is lying. A red hue suggests that something is amiss, while green indicates the possibility that the person may be the culprit. And if the colors remain black and white, it signifies trouble." Her words hung in the air, the weight of their implications sinking deep into our consciousness. I exchanged glances with my fellow chosen ones; the gravity of our responsibility was evident on each face. The path ahead was treacherous and fraught with uncertainty, but armed with this newfound knowledge, we stood ready to face whatever challenges awaited us. With her penetrating gaze fixed upon us, Clarissa posed a simple yet profound ques

I mumble under my breath, not really to anyone. “I think this means we can’t trust him,” Poppy interjects. “I mean, I already don’t trust him, and I’ve only just seen him for a few moments.” I roll my eyes at her. “Poppy, I’m pretty sure you feel that way because you think his eye color is strange.” “It is strange!” she exclaims. “Who has yellow eyes? It’s like he has… jaundice or something!” “Actually, when a person has jaundice, it’s the whites of their eyes that turn yellow, dear, not the irises,” Mystica explains to my maid, and I stifle a laugh because it seems clear to me that Poppy already knows that.

I'm surprised Crimson didn't complain more, but I guess he just completely accepted how there was no way he could get away. While I was waiting for them, I noticed a bright yellow shade at the corner of my eye. I turned my head to look at where it was coming from and saw the light bulb girl from earlier. She was about to enter a car, but then she noticed me looking at her. She smiled, but she didn't look happy at all. Instead, her smile was melancholic. As she looked away and entered the car, her colors slowly faded. That bright yellow shade around her appeared, only to vanish just some time later.

Tests I didn't understand the purpose of. "Are you hungry? Can I get you something?" He asked. "I just want to leave!" I grimaced. Gael nodded as if he were just humoring me. I hugged my arms to my chest, suddenly self-conscious. The hospital gown was completely open at the back, leaving me exposed. I glanced down at my arms and noticed a yellowish tinge to my skin. My palms looked strangely pale, almost jaundiced. I didn't know if it had just appeared or if I'd been completely unaware of it before.

Suddenly, he stopped, and his eyes, which were originally dark brown, turned yellow. A sinister smile formed on his face, sending a chilling aura that made those around him shudder. "Oh... Karina is dying, huh?" he murmured with a grin.