Novel & Cerita Amber Blue Eyes

She's a tanned blonde with blue eyes. "Please, have a seat," Rachel invites. Unlike Amber, she has brown eyes and chocolate-colored hair with honey highlights. "Yes, she's the 'lucky one,'" Meg laughs. "Why am I lucky?" We sit with them. "Because you work with Nathan Ryan," Amber says, in a way that would convince anyone that Nathan is a god. "Yes, and?" Rachel looks at me as if I've said something absurd. "Oh, my God! She doesn't think he's incredibly hot?" She looks at Meg.

It was only a facade however, because I knew extremely well that she was already searching for her next meal amongst the crowd, much like I would. “Hair colour, skin colour…eyes, etcetera.” Amber Rose waved her hand dismissively. “All the basic stuff.” “Dark hair, midnight black to be precise.” I listed off the answers to the questions she had asked for. “Golden olive complexion and deep-set chocolate brown eyes.” When I finished, Amber Rose was looking at me in open surprise. “Wow! I’ve never seen Lancelin Eustein be this descriptive about a woman in my five hundred and forty three years on this earth. Who is she? Now I’m desperate to meet her.”

I say. " That's pretty cute. What does his wolf look like?" she asks, grinning. " His wolf is a few different shades of grey and his eyes are solid blue," I say. " Really? I thought with him being Alpha's son, his wolf would be black like most are?" she says. " I thought so too. His wolf is beautiful. He's also the only person I've ever known to have as blue eyes as a wolf. I haven't even heard of anyone wolf with blue eyes," I say.

I couldn't see anything except the silhouette of a man. Tall. Broad shoulders. A frame that filled the entire doorway. He stepped inside. The light caught his face. And I saw his eyes. Amber. Not brown. Not gold. Amber—the kind that burned in sunlight, the kind that belonged to something wild, something untamed, something that had never been caged. He looked down at me. “Hmm.”

Ryan's POV Her eyes slowly opened, and I was surprised by how bright the blue was. Her face was clouded by bewilderment as she glanced at me for a time. "Where am I, exactly?" Her voice was rough and feeble as she whispered. I spoke calmly as I leaned in closer. "You're secure. The river was where you were. I dragged you here after pulling you out. Her face furrowed as though she were attempting to recall something, and she blinked. Her eyes were a mixture of fear and confusion when they locked with mine.

Once emerald, her eyes turned to the eye colour Amethyst had been yearning to see— glistening and azure pair of eyes— blue as the seas of the 'Nixie. "Are you so certain that everything is under your thumb, Althea!?" Immediately after she halted a few seconds away, Melpomene threw a question at Amethyst's face— a question that contained words that swiftly made Amethyst's stomach churn. Curling her lips into a grin, Amethyst scowled at Melpomene who was standing before her, shamelessly naked. "Well…are you sure that the ocean listens to you?" Ignoring Melpomene's question, Amethyst shrugged and spat the words, tilting her head to the side, as if wanting to have a better glance at Melpomene.

It looked like a larger outline wrapped around a smaller one, one dark and solid, the other pale and barely there. "My godfather said someone would come looking for me. I never imagined it would be you." Amara turned around. Her face was nothing like before. She looked like a completely different person. Her eyes especially had changed. The dark pupils were gone. In their place was amber, with a tiny black point at the center and pale yellow radiating outward to fill the iris. The whites of her eyes had turned a deep, murky brown, like clouds of dark smoke drifting into the corners. "Does it matter whose body it is?" she asked. "A body is just a shell."

She sure as hell shouldn’t even be in this fucking bed with him. Grayson said nothing else and Amber let the moment pass, though her heart now pounded in her ears. Her fingers continued to comb through his hair. He shut his eyes again. Amber fantasized more about the child they created. Would he have Grayson’s ice blue eyes or her dull blues? Grayson straight edged jaw or be cursed with her rounded ass crack chin? Her chin hadn’t looked bad on her first son, Preston made it work indeed. Would Baby Godwin be serious like his Dad or more carefree like her?

“Look at her eyes...” “They're different... blue?” “It's more than blue... there's something purple in her irises.” “They're beautiful.” “They're... strange.” Mia blinked, confused, and then saw her reflection in the window of a nearby car. Her eyes were indeed different. They were a vivid blue, with a purple-lilac ring surrounding the iris. They were silver eyes. She knew it the moment she saw them. This wasn't just a reflection of the light or an emotional effect. It was real.

Her face was more human than it should have been, even in hybrid form. Cullen wondered how many women Rafe had experimented with changing before he came up with this. Her features were most definitely cat-like. Her upper lip curved up just enough to appear like a muzzle but without losing the thick human lower lip. Her nose was more flat against her muzzle, but was oddly wider than a cat's should have been. His tongue wet his own lips unconsciously. He felt his arousal growing even through the pain of his injuries. Her eyes were what captured him the most. There was no cat there. They were too round. The pupils took up too much area. He smiled. Somehow those eyes were lycan. Amber had replac