Black Hair Blue Eyes Pale Skin Novels & Stories

Black's attention. With his meticulously groomed, dark hair, glowing olive skin, thick brows crowning striking blue eyes, and a jawline as sharp as a sculpture's chisel, Eric Black was a man designed to stir desire. His full lips, ever-curved in a confident smirk, held an unspoken promise of indulgence and satisfaction.

He peered into the file Tara handed him fighting for dominance with Max, they had to know every detail there was about her…scratch that, he wanted her name only. He finally lifted his head and smiled at her nervousness when their eyes met. Her eyes, they danced with fire, a cool, beautiful, consuming fire and he wanted to be submerged in that fire. Her eyes were beautiful and blue which was kind of odd because Nigerians never had blue eyes except they wore contact lenses. On closer observation, it didn’t look like she had contact lens on which meant she had a congenital defect or she was a mixed breed…probably Caucasian. She was probably a little above five feet, she was an epitome of beauty

She looked at his golden blonde hair which was neatly combed, his ocean blue eyes that could clearly drown anyone in its depths if they looked at it too long, and his pink lips that would put any woman’s lips at shame. Anyone that clearly looked at him could clearly see that he was of mixed race, a little Chinese which could be told from the way his eyes were and the lightly tanned color skin complexion but otherwise he would pass as a British descendant of the royal family. The way he looked and walked was just how a model would and the way he stepped out of the elevator was like he stepped out of the cover of Vogue magazine.

Her eyes hovered around the vicinity, looking at the dead bodies sprawling on the ground. Hana then narrowed her eyes, before focusing her gaze to that two people. Those two people looked different from one another. One has a bronze skin and dark brown hair, yet possesses a fiery pair of eyes. He is a direct representation of dominance itself. Meanwhile the other one is whitish. A girl that represents solace and peace, like the colour of the blue sky.

Ricky asked. “Huh um no they are blue; you should get your eyes checked,” Jade said shaking her head. She wasn’t sure why the boy was so interested in her eyes. “No, they are gray Jade.” He challenged. “There’s only ever been one person with your eye color. You should be happy that you’re different.” “Whatever, I have to go,” Jade said rolling her eyes. She was hoping her Aunt was already waiting for her. “Should we tell her about the legends?” Stephan whispered to Ricky.

They smiled and tilted their head to the side. One prince gave me a warm smile that comforted me from all the stares. He has blonde hair which was combined backward. A few strands were covering his icy blue eyes. He was pretty tall. Then my eyes darted to one with a cold stare, but despite that, he was good looking. His hair was black and messy, his eyes are the color of midnight blue, which is currently giving me goosebumps.

I curled the bottom of my hair with my pencil and looked down at the paper where I drew the imaginary Heil with grey eyes, sharp nose, and strong jaw but it doesn't suitable for him. Heil may look like a human version of a monster, not like this handsome boy I had drawn. I wanted to find out the person who has Pale Skin, it may useful for me to start my investigation from them but I can't sure how worth it is. Pale skin is common and-- see I have that skin too and I can't tell I'm a female version of Heil. So funny... But we are in India and people who live in this place have brown skin or yellowish. It's very rare to see a pale skin human and I can't suspect anyone without any proof.

Her eyes carried up, taking in the flawless pale skin that seemed to stretch on for miles as she began to eye his face. Dark brows furrowed in concentration as his pink lips stretched down into an annoyed frown. His black hair with colorful tips was gelled back, away from being a pesky annoyance during his important task. The paleness of his skin brought out his bright, bluish white eyes that seemed to solely be focused on the papers in front of him.

"You'll be mine, Chal. Is that what you want? You'll be bound to me in the way of my kind." "Your kind?" His hands brushed the hair back from her face and he stared, enraptured by the beauty of her. Her face was pale, her eyes huge and a startling blue. He'd thought that the blue of her eyes should belong to a blonde. But against her pale skin and the black locks, the blue looked perfectly natural and utterly right. "What kind are you talking about, Bliss?"

Nothing happened. “Nothing's happening,” I say, aiming the light at the man. This is the first time I have seen his face. I find him good-looking and I bet he's even more than that in broad daylight. He has remarkably dense blue eyes. His hair is dark, jawline sculpted finely and his mouth is thin and chiselled. His skin tone is fair and I begin to wonder if he has a blood of an Italian. He certainly didn't look pure American. I know there is a blend of European in him.