Novel & Cerita Blonde Hair Blue Eyes

They are a bright, glossy, and flawless sapphire blue. There are similarities between us but not many. I have the same soft waves and bouncy texture in my hair. The straight, narrow nose and rounded cheeks are, apparently, a Sapphire Ridge family trait, but that’s as far as the similarities stretch. I look like our mother, Oulette. I have her strawberry-blonde hair and pale green eyes–forest green, Dad likes to say, because of the flakes of yellow and brown around my pupils and the deep green that edges my irises. Still, it’s nothing compared to that perfect blue. I’ve been reminded of these differences my entire life.

"You have so many teddies why do you need one more?" "I like that one too. I want it " " Okey fine .now eat..." She looks cute when she is angry and gets what she wanted. Her blue eyes look more bright when I said fine. She is of mixed color. not do black not so white. Got my black curly hair. But her nose is the same as John's. ••••=•••• John's pov :

Thіѕ kіd іѕ lіtеrаllу a tіnу vеrѕіоn оf Blаkе. Blоnd hаіr аnd a fіrm jаw with those blue eyes. It’s unсаnnу, аnd Brеndа nоdѕ аѕ ѕhе ѕееѕ mу ѕurрrіѕе at thе lіkеnеѕѕ. “Yер Blake’s gоt a mіnі-mе.”

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

Full Blond hair, Eyes as green and lovely as the forest, and a face shaped attractively. I didn’t think I had met someone as handsome In my life.

If I remembered correctly, he was fifty-nine this year and still not fully mature. His hair wasn’t as vividly colored as in the publications; instead, it was a pale gold that almost faded into silver. His eyes, however, were exactly as the legends described—an utterly unique violet-blue, unmatched anywhere in the world. And his build… seemed taller than depicted in books, even half a head taller than Frey. I had always believed a man’s appearance didn’t matter much. Objectively speaking, though, Blu was undeniably handsome. Few men possessed that kind of presence—where at first glance, every proportion of face and body seemed perfectly balanced, creating an almost overwhelming visual impact.

Her braided hair is a silvery white and skin pale as moonlight. In a sea of tan, dark haired southerners, she clearly doesn’t belong. Though something about her is magnetic. I’ve never met anyone who looks like her and when she bumps straight into Draco and looks up with icy blue eyes, my breath catches. I’ve seen brown, hazel, and even dark green or blue eyes but never ones so light. She’s definitely beautiful with her heart shaped face and pouty lips. There’s no denying that.

He looks kinda from the Grinlen kingdom. He has light blue eyes and dark blue hair. This was the look of the one that I bumped into this morning. This day is already beginning to feel unlucky. I feel like I saw him somewhere, he feels kinda familiar in my eyes. Light blue eyes… and dark blue hair. I remember now, he will become a great fighter in the future, but to think that that rude person is the one standing in front of me. It’s shocking because if he was him, he will already say to scram. He shows me a questionable look. What is it? Oooh my God! I’ve been standing in his way observing him for a long time, I open my mouth in disbelief.

Always out to leave a statement wherever he was seen. With a golden blonde hair, a clear blue eyes and a body fit for an Adonis, it'll be no surprise to find women swarming his way. He looked so young for someone who has accomplished as much as he has. Once, she zoomed in on one of his pictures to the satisfaction of her eye's scrutiny. She couldn't wait to see if his eyes were as blue and shiny as they appeared in the pictures. Thinking of him this way made her smile fondly. Strange.

Hazel Eyes Anastasia Perry, an elegant figure at 5'10" with striking blue eyes and flowing blonde hair, stood amidst the bustling city sidewalk. Her cobalt blue pantsuit radiated confidence, while her honey blonde hair was impeccably gathered into a sleek ponytail. The world outside was a whirlwind of activity, but Anastasia's focus was on one thing – her wristwatch. Time was slipping away, and she knew she had to hurry. Her job interview at the prestigious Pinnacle investment banking organization was scheduled for this morning at eight, and the stakes had never been higher.