Black Hair Blue Eyes Pale Skin Romane & Geschichten

I get up from my bed and go to my bathroom to get fresh for the morning. As I put the toothpaste on my toothbrush and brush my teeth, I study my face in the mirror. I look so pale. My skin looks ghostly white and so does my eyes. The blue from my eyes has almost gone, only the black pupil and the dark outline of my iris remains. It seems like my eyes have on color. There’s no color in my cheeks either and purple bags hang under my eyes. My wild black hair descends to my back which looks messy at the moment. Of us three, I am the only one who got mom’s prominent features otherwise my sisters are silver blond and have silver eyes just like dad.

I stood up to approach them. He is white as in! He is like pure snow. No no. He was like a man made from pure white snow. From his white hair. It seems that the whiteness of his skin is not normal, does he still have blood? Maybe his blood is white too?! Does she stretch out in the sun?! If not, I will expose him. I looked into his eyes. Silver. Light silver eyes, the edge of his iris is black, even the color of his pupils. Those beautiful eyes are brand new to me.

He could easily snap me in two. His skin is clear blue, like the ocean on a summer's day. The hair on his head is lighter in color, a pale blue that is almost white and cut short on the sides with more length up the middle. It looks perfectly messy, like he just woke up and only pulled his fingers through it. His jaw is sharp and has a light stubble, his nose is broad and slightly flat, and his eyes have a beautiful, shining purple color. He is the most gorgeous man I have ever seen, even if he is blue.

The very first thing I notice is that she is so pale, she looks inhuman. As I look her over, I notice one thing very quickly. Her eyes are completely black, there is absolutely no pigmentation at all. It’s such a stark contrast to her brilliant red hair, that I must take a second look deep into those big black holes. She touches my hand with something sharp and then I feel nothing at all.

The idea of the forbidden fruit is tantalizing. While Davina is trying to talk me into it, I go look in the mirror. I turn to look at my profile and the blond hair falling in waves down my back. Am I pretty as Davina claims ? My eyes are very light blue, almost translucent when hit by sunlight. People have called them beautiful, but once as a kid I saw a pig getting slaughtered, it had its eyes removed and they were the same colour.

She didn't keep straight shiny blonde hair or a night black hair with few extensions to make it look fuller or richer. She was a natural redhead, yet she still decided to cut her hair low and dyed it pink contradicting with her beautiful pale olive skin. I don't know what kind of mixed race she was just like Azariah but they looked like earthlings. They were weirdly pretty and super attractive. Their skin was the right amount of tone and paleness and their eyes were green. Almost something out of a fairy book. With the almost Identical matching sleeveless tuxedo, it was a faded jeans blue and it complimented and really brought out the color of her hair, making it pop.

"I'm over here." I spun back around to find a teenager with snowy white cloud-like hair that formed a halo around her face with a white daisy tucked behind her ear. Even her eyelashes and eyebrows were even white. Her skin was so pale it almost glowed. It was as if all of the colors had been drained from her body except for her eyes. She had the most beautiful watery blue eyes I had ever seen.

His blue eyes are so gorgeous. “Fuck…” He cursed silently as he looked away. I bit my lip and watched him as he tried to mess his hair. Despite of the stigma of the skin tone of the people near the beach, Nero has fair skin. Not too dark, not too white. He’s just the right color that would make women of all ages swoon. His hair isn’t bleached. It’s brown and is really hot even when he messes it. I bit my lip and looked at my food. I should stop looking at the masterpiece in front of me right now before everything goes out of hand. I’m not going to stay here. In two months, I’m going to leave.

She dared to look up right into his eyes. The man was breathtakingly handsome, he was tall and had pale skin. His hair was dark black and long till his waist, they were slightly wavy. His eyebrows were sharp like blades, they were thick and black going well with his pale skin. His eyelashes were thick and long too and his eyes were so black and deep, they were so cold, she could hear screams of those who he killed brutally in the depth of his dark black orbs.