Black Hair Blue Eyes Pale Skin Novels & Stories

Still, don't judge me until you see what I'm talking about… His eyes… The blue color in his eyes looks like a piece of the ocean. I can't believe that someone with anger issues, and a bad reputation can have such peaceful eyes. Have I mentioned that his dyed black color hair makes him irresistible? Or should I mention that his bridge sharp nose seems like a piece of art? Even his pale skin does not look dead to me, it is quite the opposite, it looks flawless and full of life. It all exists in one single body which is indeed too much.

Angela looked at her mother's face and noticed a blue mark beneath her eye, "he hit you again didn't he" Her mother is beautiful in all aspects. Her smile shines like the sun at sunrise; she has black hair with shimmering sprays of white, long, and smooth curls like noodle spaghetti. Her eyes are black and round, filled with love even though one eye is blue; when she laughs, you can see a beautiful love on the side of her cheek.

Sharp-eyed eyes with beautiful black-colored eyes, adorned with very curled eyelashes on the blend of perfectly curved eyebrows look beautiful with fine eyebrow hairs that look like they are connecting in the middle. Their skin color is bright like Gavriel, but the skin type is the same as Anindira, with exotic skin without *freckles, which makes the skin color look ivory white. If the skin is like Gavriel's it will not get *sunburn, but it will only increase *Freckles when exposed to harsh sunlight. In contrast to Anindira, whose skin is very easily affected by *sunburn. Anindira has dark skin, but her two children have fair skin like their father. Her two children's noses were also sharp l

At a closer look, even the hair all around his body from the follicles all over his body's skin is blue. Then the following young man is black-haired with black eyes. With everything on his physique, even the color of his skin is black. Then the following young man scares me. One look at him and I close my eyes. He looks like a ghost. His hair and everything on his body look colorless, like a mirror. It is a mist-kind mirage reflection that is all over him. fuck what is this? I look at the last young man from afar who is standing up and reading himself to walk back over to me. He is the most normal one, with brown eyes and brown hair.

One would tell he was very good-looking without even making an effort to outline his features. He was tall for his age, had a good broad shoulder, with long golden hair like his father. His eyes had the depth and color of the blue sea and his skin shone as polished ebony (his skin color wasn't quite rampant amongst the vampire clan) He had an oblong face and a well-constructed chin. In all, his checkmark for good looks is what I call excellent!

she snapped. I glared at her, unable to hide my dissatisfaction. "Thanks, Mom." "Those eyes." She shook her head slowly, like my eyes were personally offending her. "I don't know where you got them from but they’re disgusting.” My eyes were pale… almost silver, with these thin dark rings around the iris. I was always told by my pack members that they looked unusual. It didn’t help that my skin was pale too, porcelain-white against the warm brown tones of the rest of my family.

"Would you help me, please?" "Oh, of course, my apologies, madam," muttered the girl, helping her to sit on the edge of the bed, and Celine watched her in astonishment, as if she saw a fairy from the realm of imagination before her. She has light blond hair the color of a meadow, and her skin is as pure as the purity of the full moon, and her bright blue eyes left her wondering, what is wrong with them? And the blue eyes are rare, as you don't find them here!

Well, she can take care of herself. My eyes wandered about for a means to quietly escape, but instead, they made contact with a pair of midnight blue eyes. My mind momentarily went blank. All I saw was him. The first thing I noticed about him was my favourite hair colour, caramel blond. I'd always wished I had that hair colour, been in love with it since I learnt how to brush my mother's hair. His hair was caramel blond with a few strands of dirty blond. Next, his midnight blue eyes. It was like staring into a mystical night sky. I loved the way his orbs seemed to be spinning and not spinning at the same time. He also had warm ivory skin, like the first boy I crushed on from a film.

I can't tear my eyes off of her. She has ivory complexion, with thick brown locks. She's petite, not even reached my shoulder at best. And she has breathtaking pair of heterochromic blue and yellow eyes, completed with a small nose and plump pink lips, oval shaped face, and a perfect curves. Beautiful is an understatement.

A beautiful realistic painting. It was of a woman with straight luscious black hair. She was regal in both her aura and her gorgeous gown. Her skin was very pale, even paler than Luciana. She was almost paper white and there was both warmth and coldness in her eyes. Dark black eyes with a hint of gold. Somehow, even as she was perfectly beautiful that it took my breath away, her eyes seemed unfitting. She was still exquisite but haunting. As I stared longer, I realized something.