Black Hair Blue Eyes Pale Skin Mga Nobela at Kwento

I fіgurе іt must be hеr trаdеmаrk. Her ѕkіn is раlе and ѕісklу. Her hаіr іѕ jеt blасk. It’ѕ literally mіdnіght blасk. Shе’ѕ bone-thin so lеаthеrу аnd tіnу.

I'm Amara Cristal. It's my birthday; I'm 22 years old. I took a deep breath looking at my reflection in the mirror. My hair is straight black. No matter how much I tie my hair, it remains straight and never tangles. This is the confusion I had from the day I was born. My skin is white porcelain because I rarely come out of the house. The blue iris of my eyes is similar to my dad's. My chin is pointed because my face is oval, and I have a lip line like Selena Gomez.

Ava Pov I tossed and turned as my dreams haunted me. I dreamed of looking at myself in the mirror, pale, dark, mysterious. My eyes were no longer the purple I had always seen. They were purely black. My skin was paler than the moonlight on a dark night. My usual brown hair was waist long and darkened even more to a deep shade of black. My black eyes held specks of purple as my power of expression coarse through my entire body. I was feeling absolutely chaotic, and.... I liked it.

As Mino Lee walked across the campus, his presence was met with a mixture of admiration and curiosity. He was a humble and handsome guy, with a tall and lean physique that seemed to command attention without seeking it. His black hair was messy and unkempt, framing his face with a casual elegance that made him look effortlessly cool. But it was his eyes that really caught people's attention - they were a bright, piercing blue, with a hint of green around the edges, a trait that was often associated with people of Irish descent.

Despite his slender appearance, he had broad shoulders, and Bianca could see the protruding muscles of his bare forearms. At the same time, she inwardly congratulated the clothes' designer on having had the delicate idea of tearing the fabric he was wearing in places. Bianca wasn't surprised, therefore, to realize that this stranger's skin, like that of her best friend, was extremely pale. But what fascinated her most were his eyes. They were a strange shade of blue and red. The rims were pinkish and covered with long lashes. There was something magnetic about her gaze, almost supernatural in its beauty.

She also managed to find the love of her life, something I would probably never find, and they together have the most beautiful child in the world, Leon. Looking at me and my sister, no one could figure that we were siblings or even related. She took all the Scandinavian genes for herself, pretty ash blonde hair, clear blue eyes like the color of the sky on a spring day, and very light skin. She was perfect or this could be due to my parents skipping on printing in the color of course. On the other side, I inherited a mix of Scandinavian and Egyptian genes leaving me with medium dark skin, dark blue eyes, and curly black long non-obedient hair. What can we say? Genetics are wild.

I ask. Me and Liam are total opposites. Mainly because he looks like someone from the Arctic race, blonde haired, blue eyes and pale skin, whereas I'm warm, brunet, with brown eyes. If I am to be honest I should be the one calling him Icy, not the other way around.

Her black hair is dark as night , her eyes the brightest of blue with a complexion like mine pale white. Jasmine is the only one of our girls that got those bright blue eyes. Winters are silver like Dominic’s and Sofias is green like mine. All our girls have black hair, luckily Sofia and Winter have Dominic skin color and nice sun kissed skin. “What I’m going to tell you stays between us, your sister does not know,” I tell her. “What is it?”

A social butterfly who flitted from group to group, charming everyone around her, making them feel like they were the most important person in the world. And then there was me. I couldn’t help it. I looked at my reflection in the glass door beside me, seeing my pale skin like a stark contrast against the deep shadows of the night. The lack of pigment in my skin had never bothered me as much as it did tonight. My hair, a pale shade of white-blonde, hung limp against my back. My eyes, a pale, almost translucent shade of blue, looked back at me—vulnerable, exposed.

Someone called as soon as she had been shoved to the ground. Lifting up her head slowly as blood continuously poured seeped from the wounds on her face, stared at a man. He had white flowing hair and his skin was flawless and extremely pale. It was by far the palest of the vampires. He looked extremely young and his oceanic blue eyes stared at her, as if they were devoid of emotions. The man wore a khaki short and a black top. He lazily examined her while she stared back, her heart pounding hard against her chest.