You Have Your Mother's Eyes Meme Novels & Stories

Yeah okay Romeo, I thought, then rolled my eyes at my own joke. There was nothing going on here other than mom had missed me the last year, and I was... well a bit infatuated with my mother's looks. Even without makeup her skin was smooth and her full lips always looked as if they were ready to either pout or pucker up for a kiss. One of Mom's best features, and one I shared with her, was her big baby blue eyes. Coupled with her long hair and big easy smile, Mom had the appearance of the typical blonde airhead. To the contrary Mom was pretty bright, and would be doing much better than her position as the assistant manager of an insurance office if she had pursued college instead of being a s

The reserve he controls so tightly is gone. I once asked my mother what first attracted her to my father. She said it was his eyes-the kindness in his eyes. Moon has intense eyes-blue and mystic, treacherous and deadly, sensual and all-knowing. His eyes alone draw me in. Then, he laughs. It's more than a sexy sound. It's sex that punches between my thighs so I'm riding the vibration. It's deep and uncontrolled; a veritable thrust of sound that heats my blood.

“Where the hell have you been?!” My mother shouted at me as her eyes almost popped out of her socket in rage. She was wearing a floor length and sparkly blue gown that perfectly complemented her blue eyes. My mother was gorgeous, and I guess that’s where Colt and Heather got it, just like her eyes. I still wonder why I had plain hazel eyes when my father didn’t have them either. “I’m sorry, I… I had to clean up again. Did I miss anything?” I asked as I looked down embarrassed at my outfit.

But then, her eyes landed on something that made her heart skip a beat. On the wall opposite her, Tris saw a framed photograph of her mother. She was taken aback, feeling a mix of emotions. Her mother had passed away when Tris was just a child, and she had always felt a deep sense of loss. Tris's eyes lingered on the photograph, taking in the familiar features. Her mother had been a beautiful woman, with long, curly hair and bright, sparkling eyes. Tris had inherited her mother's eyes, and she often found herself wondering what her mother would be like if she were still alive.

“You can see who are mates, before the mates have even met.” A smiles pops onto her face as she nods. I continue around the room, when I get to my mother, I suddenly gasp. “Mom, you can alter and erase people’s memories. Did you ever do that to me? Wait, did you ever do that to dad?”

I rubbed my eyes for a few seconds, I was hoping that my eyes were just deceiving me but every time I stared at my eyes again in the mirror, it only appeared to me that this was real and I have piercing green eyes right now. I let out a deep sigh, I'm trying to calm myself down, I fumbled in my pocket to search for my phone but it wasn't there. I was starting to panic a little bit, I went to my room and looked for my phone, and when I saw it I immediately called my mother's number. "Mom," "Hey baby, you okay? You sounded like you've been crying for hours." "My e-eyes," I stammered on the other line. "What happened to your eyes, Conrad?" My mother asked me but I knew that she could already gu

The reserve he controls so tightly is gone. I once asked my mother what first attracted her to my father. She said it was his eyes—the kindness in his eyes. Moon has intense eyes—blue and mystic, treacherous and deadly, sensual and all-knowing. His eyes alone draw me in. Then, he laughs. It’s more than a sexy sound. It’s sex that punches between my thighs so I’m riding the vibration. It’s deep and uncontrolled; a veritable thrust of sound that heats my blood.

Originally I thought maybe she turned eighteen and that was why she was starting to notice me but that wasn’t the case. I looked down at the page. I’d drawn her face again. Her childlike expression looking up at me. However, even looking four or ten years old, her eyes were still these depths of darkness. Just from her eyes you would think she was hundreds of years old. My eyes narrowed and I tried to draw just her eyes. ‘They just pulled up.’ My dad mind-linked me and I sat up. ‘Is Mom okay?’ There was a long pause. ‘She unharmed. Though…’ He chuckled through the mind-link. ‘I’ve never seen your Mom go through a punk rock phase but now I have.’

“You’re right, we have unique eyes. These are rare- very rare.” I could not believe I was chatting with the Delta’s child as if it was an everyday thing, “Your grandparents must have had eyes like that? Or maybe your mother because you don’t have your father’s.” “My mother? Megan brown eyes.” Megan. My heart skipped a beat. This child… she was talking about Megan. But how-? “Did you say Megan?” I asked, my voice shaking.