Anime Guy With Blue Eyes Mga Nobela at Kwento

in front of her was a guy with dark purple hair and a glasses that made him looked like a certain anime character who had short life. “Is there a problem of me being a guy?” The glasses man asked in cold tone as his fingers pushed the glasses slightly. “Oh no, I just thought in adventurer’s guild there will always be big breast one-san (big sister) at the register counter.” Audelia replied honestly. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . After quite short yet felt kind of long silence descended, Audelia smiled awkwardly as she asked a cliche question from an anime,

With my tiny hands gripping the wildflowers I had been collecting, I had stopped dead in my tracks. That day, three elderly people came up to me, their eyes wide with awe as they observed my appearance—the blue hair and the matching eyes that set me apart. They had called it special. Selected. They had bowed before me and declared, "You are the one, Ivy," "The reincarnation of the Luan, destined to save us all."

She was exceptional and she knew why she was the exception. Aniya had just taken her step inside the door when she saw another step on her way out of nowhere. She took her head upward and found a man in front of her. A man with striking light blue eyes. His face was deprived of all kinds of emotions but had she seen him before? Because he didn't feel like a complete stranger or was she thinking too much? "Get away from his way," she finally noticed that he was not alone by hearing the voice of that man standing behind this blue-eyed man. There were two men who looked like his guards. But who was he?

But it takes a second to fully register what’s actually happening. Laney practically short circuits and is speechless I think for the first time in her life. That is until we land on the sexiest eyes we’ve ever seen. Especially under the pale blue of the moonlight, his crystal blue eyes are even more pronounced. But it's his smile that lights up when we lock our sights on each other. I pull away from my grandmother as Laney absolutely loses her shit.

From his narrow waist to the wide splayed shoulders, back down again to the contoured thighs and very pleasantly endowed—possibly too much—cock that jutted forward with full-on arousal. Elaina swallowed, her gaze fixated there, mind soaring with the possibilities. It wasn’t until the man knelt on the bed, crawling across the mattress toward her, did she venture to look at his face, the carefully sculpted jaw, thin nose, medium-thickness lips, and those eyes. They remained the piercing blue searing through her as if they possessed X-ray vision, making her shake with vulnerability. All lycans had blue eyes in their shifted form, but none like this. Elaina was certain she’d never seen eyes this

Titan scoffed, but agreed. A shiver ran down my spine as I sensed an unsettling presence behind me. I spun around, my eyes locking onto a mysterious figure seated on the couch. The man's brown hair was styled perfectly, falling slightly across his forehead, but it was his eyes that truly caught my attention. Icy blue and piercing, they seemed to bore into my very soul, as if sizing me up. His attire was impeccable, a black suit adorned with icy blue accents that mirrored the hue of his eyes, exuding an aura of sophistication and power. I quirked an eyebrow, intrigued by the mysterious stranger's sudden appearance.

When I look at him, I'm surprised that he even recognizes the unassuming Amanda Leo with the drunken father, the long, dark hair that isn't sure if it should be curly or straight, and the blue eyes that are equally undecided about whether they should be blue or grey. Yet he notices me. This man has wonderfully coiffed, wavy brown-black hair, and brilliant blue eyes that twinkle like gem-like gemstone facets. Flawless. He has a cat-like smile that spreads over his lips, his olive-gold skin making his straight, white teeth even more radiant. He blinks, and his eyes return to being that clear blue after briefly turning silvery grey, giving the impression that an animal is staring back at me. Ob

Everything. His reflection in the glass stared back at him—messy hair, bruised lips, and those haunting blue eyes that had earned him his name but now looked like a stranger’s. They held stories, pain, and a silent scream he had buried for years. He pressed his palms against the cold glass, the chill seeping into his bones like a warning: nothing would ever be the same. Behind him, the sound of footsteps approached—slow, heavy, purposeful. Blue didn’t need to turn to know who it was. The air shifted when Aiden walked into a room; it was like a storm entering a calm shore, fierce and unstoppable.

“You look exquisite.” With the tight grip still on her waist, the person turned her around. The icy blue eyes stood out even in the dark. The familiar eyes caught Aanya’s breath in her throat. 8 to 10 per cent of the individual has blue eyes yet only this one could vacuum the oxygen out of her and make fire run through her veins. “How long did you think you can hide from me?” Now Aanya was not sober so she started spouting whatever reached the tip of her tongue.

“You don’t understand the bigger picture.” I tilted my head slightly. “Do you?” He frowned. “I know what you are planning to do,” I continued “You want to be powerful.” “That’s not what this is,” he snapped. “Isn’t it?” His nostrils flared. “Did you know Blue doesn’t see colors the way others do?” I said calmly. “And neither do you.” He stared at me, confusion shifting into anger. “She has color vision deficiency,” I went on. “And so do you.”