Blonde Hair Blue Eyes Novels & Stories

"Chloe... doesn't have your brown eyes." "I'm glad she has blue eyes like yours," Lucas turned his head towards Chloe's crib and smiled sincerely. "And your blonde hair," he continued. "Laura said you were also born with blonde hair, but it turned darker as you grew up." "Yes, that's because my mother had blonde hair." Lucas nodded. "It seems your mother also had blonde hair." "No, my parents both have black hair like Anthony. I don't know why I have blonde hair and blue eyes." She shrugged.

"I love a good mystery. I'll definitely keep an eye out for him. Describe him to me again. What exactly does he look like? Give me the details." "He's gorgeous," I said, my voice trailing off dreamily. "Yeah, yeah, you already said that about ten times. What else? Give me features!" "Well, he has blonde hair that reaches down to his shoulders," I answered, smiling even wider as I closed my eyes to recall every detail. "It’s blonde and wavy. And he’s got these big, bright blue eyes. They were so vivid, it almost looked like he was wearing those fancy colored contacts." "You mean, like a pastel blue or a piercing shade of bright neon blue?"

I glanced at my face, trying to figure out the difference. My brown hair was the same, dark against my pale skin. Cheekbones were a little more pronounced. My rounded chin was a touch pointier. I studied my eyes and realized that was what was throwing me off. I loved my icy blue, I had been the only person in the Clan with blue eyes. The trait had become so recessive since the Fall, that there were only a handful of humans in the world with blue eyes. But what stared back at me made my heart drop. One eye was still icy blue with a thick ring of darker blue around it. But my other eye. My left eye was now golden. A sunburst of yellow around my pupil was ringed by melted bronze.

I resumed my walking until someone grabbed my arm forcing me to turn around. The stranger had blue eyes and blond hair. The Duke’s voice came to my mind. “Isn’t it strange? Blond hair and blue eyes, typical features of the royal family. Yet, you, here, have red eyes. What to do about it?” Who was he? Fredden said I had two brothers.

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.

He answered absentmindedly. Guinevere's eyes were a striking shade of blue, almost identical to Brand's, and her hair had a shine to it he never would have noticed if he hadn't been sitting so close to her. Did she inherit those captivating eyes from her birth mother, the hair colour from her father? Were Lord and Lady Adamson the source of her features?

I asked, unsure if I wanted to hear the answers. Finally, she looked up at me. Her eyes were a deep sea blue, and her body was frail. She looked like she hadn't been fed for quite a long time. Her blonde hair was loose and flowed around her shoulders and waist. She was weirdly beautiful. Like the beauty you wouldn't see from afar unless you stood close to her.

“What makes you think blonde is my interest? They are smart but most of them get lost in the color of their hair than their eyes.” “Over seventy five percentages of workers in the company are naturally blonde.” “We live in America Ebony, it is Legally Blonde everywhere. Scientist proved blue eyes is usually more intelligent than cliché dramas appreciate them.” “Did you just throw a reference at me?” I asked in disbelief as Konstantin raised a brow with a smile. “Did I?” He asked with a façade of shock before I smothered my brows and he pressed the little bell that had Amanda rush quickly to our table.

Her entire outfit was skin tight, complimenting all the places on her body that had filled out. I had to refrain from licking my lips and making her angrier than she already was. Most of all, I loved the way her blue eyes stood out against her pale but darkened skin. Elodie was mixed. Her father, white, and her mother, black. Her usually curly hair was straightened down her back. She was gorgeous. Truly a sight to behold.

They are both inconceivably attractive, yet every one of them feels so unique. Just before he whisks me outside, the entryway where I just left opens up and two lovely folks step out. One has bewilderingly blue eyes, while the other eclipses him with eyes of emeralds and sky-blue hair that sparkles in the daylight. Each move the blue-haired man makes is agile and smooth, his body perfect. A few eyes are quickly charged to this new entry.