Black People With Gray Eyes Novels & Stories

"Mh, I love when my food puts up a fight. The adrenaline makes them taste so much sweeter." A thud sounded behind me, and I stopped walking and turned to face the woman. Her blonde hair was in a thin bun on her head, and her lips were dry and cracked. Her skin was sucked tight against her bones, and beyond the scratch on her cheeks where a small amount of dried blood sat, they were pale and colorless… unlike her eyes. Those were black, different than anything I had ever seen. Instead of just the irises being black like bears had, the orbs were entirely black, reflecting their soul.

I’m still so on edge that it doesn’t immediately register that he’s coming from the direction of the squad complex; this is clearly friend, not foe. The air around the black wolf shimmers as he shifts, and I then see Gray’s muscular body crouching in his place. I’ve never seen Gray’s wolf before, but I’m struck by how beautiful he is. A beautiful wolf for a beautiful man. Brock’s already pulled his boxers on, but he tosses his gym shorts to a naked Gray. He slides them on so quickly that I can’t even really catch a proper glance at his manhood. Damn. Our eyes meet, only for a moment, then Gray stalks over to Casey and Brock. The three of them take a few steps away from Vienna and me, speakin

, he smiled and shook hands with me. "I could say the same", he said "you look beautiful by the way." I break into a deep blush and retract my hand shyly, "thank you." I had my eyes stuck in his deep blue ones with a smile and saw his eyes flicker, from blue to gray and gray to blue. It was beautiful. I wonder if blue eyed people had that type of trait. His eyes turned gray and stuck to my neck for more than a glance until it returned to blue and he looked away.

He hands me his IPhone while I stare amazed at the stunning woman in the screen . She's so beautiful ,bright emerald eyes ,silky ,shiny gorgeous wavy brunette hair that circles around her long diamond shaped face ,she's got plump lips and long lashes .She doesn't even look above 30 in this picture.But Adam corrects me by saying that she's 43 here .Grace Black indeed was an enchanting woman It seems good looks run in the family. Adam although he shares most features from his dad,he's got her ears and long-ass lashes and the color of her skin.

THE Callum Gray was here. He was built like a tank and had inky black hair that was artfully disarrayed. His black suit -similar to his companions but somehow managing to stand out from theirs- molded to his body, but it was his eyes that arrested my soul. His eyes were an arctic grey that would have frozen hell over. The second they locked on my wide blue ones, I understood one thing. I may have never met him before today, but he was the one who could wreck me in more ways than one.

there is one moment that dominates the others and that moment is when I looked into his eyes. He has grey eyes, which is one of the rarest eye color in the world. There are very few people in the world, hardly 1% of the entire world population who have grey eyes. In my entire life, there is only one person with grey eyes that I had ever known or seen, (apart from this stranger).... my childhood best friend....Zieve Stocks. For a moment, i thought it was him. Infact, this stranger looks very similar to Zieve and I am sure, it's because of this similarity that he appears so familiar to me.

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.

I smiled, hoping they wouldn't notice how forced it was compared to my usual genuine one. "Haven't you noticed there are more people with grey eyes and blonde hair like yourself? Of course, you'll meet others who look like you." "Just like Africans and Asians?" "Yeah." I nodded with a smile, patting his hair. "Most of them have black hair and black eyes. That doesn't mean they're related, does it?" He and Pippa shook their heads. "Exactly. People can have the same skin, eyes, and hair color without being connected." "That's true!" He exclaimed, his face suddenly serious, as if he was just realizing this profound truth.

He told me. Every elder at the table has light eyes. Light blue, light green, light hazel, and even a light purple almost like mine. The guards around them had brown eyes, almost milk chocolate in color. Whereas Al had dark eyes as well as the men wearing black combat boots and uniforms. It was like the color of eyes ranked your strength. If Al is in the lower end, I can't imagine the strength these lighter eyes have.

"His name is Eli." As I held him, studying every perfect feature, something stopped me cold. His eyes opened briefly, just for a moment, and I saw them clearly. They were gray. Storm-cloud gray. Exactly like his father's…