You Have Your Mother's Eyes Meme นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"No. Just really unexpected." Mom had always been the reasonably prim but flirty Mom, just fun, not over the top. To call Mom pretty would have been an insult. She is beautiful, her hair is a light brown with some natural red highlights, and her eyes are an incredibly bright Blue. She keeps her figure by doing regular yoga and running on treadmills, ours, or at the gym. At 5'7", she is tall for most women. My sisters and I inherited that from both our parents. Dad is 6'1" with Dark Brown, almost black hair and Hazel Green eyes. I'm the tallest of us all at 6'2", my hair a deep Brown between our parents with emerald green eyes.

I suddenly missed my mother, who was a stunning woman. My mum has the same haircut as the girl in the photo, as do their noses, which I acquired from my mother. My mother is white, however the lady in the photo is brunette. And I'm quite sure it's Zany's mother because they have similar eyes. Drowsy and perpetually sleepy I grumbled and decided to just talk to myself because I didn't know when Lucifer's twin would return to unlock the door and let me down. "Lord, how I miss my mom." I let out a sigh.

My eyes finally met with sparkling blue eyes… Mate.

She is smiling at me, her blue eyes staring at me. The same eyes I had to fucking inherit. “Mother” I say more than a statement than a question She smiled, “Hello son”

I looked into his eyes and noticed a golden-ish hue in his pupils that I’d only seen in my mother’s eyes. My mom had a golden, fire-like circle on the edges of her pupils. I’d not seen it on anyone before, so I felt it was a condition. Well, I guess there’re other people in the world with similar traits. “Why are you looking at me like that?” he asked, pulling me out of my reverie. I was so stunned by the similarity of his eyes with my mother’s, I forgot I was staring hard at him. “Nothing...” I shuddered. “So, are you giving me the cookies or not?” I asked coldly.

Of course he would want to know where his mother was, that wasn't so surprising when I thought about it again. Seeing that I wasn’t saying anything, he continued, “Y…You should know my mommy. My mommy is really pretty, her eyes are like my favorite cookies, she calls it Hazel. When the sun touches her eyes, they look almost gold which is very cool as her eyes change color. Her hair is black and soft and it tickles my face whenever she hugs me. Mom is also tall, very cool.” At first, he was still speaking softly, even stammering once in a while. But when it came to talking about his mother, his eyes were bright and he just won’t stop talking, making it seem like Eryn was some celebrity.

Her hair was gelled back, and she looked a little strange with the hairstyle. But I ignored her face and closed my eyes so I could hear her voice. If Liya were in control, she would wag her tail back and forth. With my eyes, I could imagine being in her body, feeling the joy and comfort the song brought. The woman had an extraordinarily beautiful voice that was singing a sad song. Halfway through the song, Cameron started to speak, "So why are your eyes blue?" He asked. Slowly, I looked back and then blinked, tilting my head, "All the wolves I know have brown eyes, green eyes, or hazel. But you, you have bright blue eyes." At that moment, I remembered my Mother's face; she also had brown eye

She claimed excitedly while my sister rolled her beautiful blue eyes again. She had the same eyes as my late father, and I had my mother's emerald green. Every time I see that glint when she rolls her eyes, it reminds me of my father. It just gives me a warm feeling I didn't even know that I craved. It feels like he is always with us. "It's all about status with you, isn't it? You just want to be invited to Luna's club house." My sister snickered but my mother ignored her. She was telling the truth after all.

He would have been just like this, his small fingers dancing across the keys, his face serious with concentration. Sometimes when the wind blows through the palm trees, I imagine I hear his laughter. When the moon rises over the ocean, I feel his presence beside me. "Look, Mom," I can almost hear him say. "Isn't it beautiful?" And it is beautiful—this small life I've carved out of tragedy. Not the life I had planned, but one with purpose nonetheless. The children call me "the silver-eyed lady" now that I have my eyes back. They don't know my story. They don't know I was once mate to a Beta, once heir to an Alpha position.

" So do you see like, just black? or do you see purple like your eyes" "Nope, I see, nothing". " How does that feel like?". "Use one hand to close one eye, don't shut your eyes close, just use that one hand to cover it, and try looking at me, the one that's open sees me but the one eye covered sees nothing". She gasps "Woah, you're right, must be scary". "Nah... I'm used to it". Jesse's mum clears her throat " Jessica, don't ask such questions, that's rude, and Violet, you should know better than to speak while we are at the table eating, now let's just focus on our meal". Jessica and I chorused "Yes mother"