Blue Eye Samurai Glasses Novels & Stories

Sam whispers. It's a royal blue dress with strings that make the Xs on the top front where there's a cream white fabric. The bottom falls down in an umbrella design with tiny crystals that surrounds the waist which meets the top and bottom. There are a pair of blue gloves and a stretchable small umbrella and a crystal hair clip. "I swear to god you'll look like a beautiful princess," I say to Sam who doesn't seem to believe that the dress is now hers. "I'll make it my mission to find that woman before I leave Blackwool."

I grinned with a shrug as I nodded to the seat, offering him another chance to sit. "I see." Sammy muttered, his face dropping as if disappointed that I did not have the lurgy. Plopping my feet on the edge of Matteo's chair, I eyed Sammy carefully; he was a thin male, as tall as me; nothing significantly attractive about him, apart from his eyes, which were the most beautiful shade of blue, like the ocean on a clear day. But he covered them with those glasses. Such a waste! "Have you ever considered contacts?"I asked bluntly.

Alex Samantha seemed too relaxed for someone that had gone through a traumatic experience. While I held her in bed, Damien was extremely restless. I tried to figure out why, but even he could not explain his reasons. Another thing that baffled me was her eye colour that kept changing. When she woke up at the hospital, they were golden with no trace of brown. By the time I joined her in the room after Robert left, her eyes were brown again with specks of gold. It was a mystery. I had no clue about her family, the Blackwells were nowhere to be found. But every fibre in me told me there was something special about Sam's bloodline. I couldn't tell anyone about her eyes. She was already in enough

His hand left my back and he slowly removed his glasses. Hell. I didn't think I could breathe again. His eyes were crystal blue. No, green. I sucked in a breath as the colors captivated me. They were both. One eye blue and the other green. He wiped tears from my cheek with one finger as I stared in amazement. "Can I put my glasses back on?" Another slight grin came with the question. No he wasn't model material good looking, but his eyes were stunning. "Why would you cover those?" God, they were beautiful.

I found myself blushing and being the center of attention didn't sit well with me. " my dear brother what's this you have gotten yourself in?" Samuel said as he was laughing at my expense. " Sam it's not funny, I came here for my vacation not to be bombarded by someone whos terrified right now." the man said while successfully pulling me off him. I was placed on my feet, finally being able to look at him and my goddess he's gorgeous. He has dark brown hair but his eye color was different. They are grey, the greyest pair I've ever seen. they resembled the sky when it's about to rain. He scowled at me when he realize I was staring so I tried my best to hide my face so he wouldn't see that I wa

And as he emerged from the bathroom, a trendy embodiment of youthful sophistication, I couldn't help but feel a swell of pride at the sight of my handiwork. But there was one crucial detail left to attend to—the black-framed glasses that had become his trademark. With a knowing smile, I gently removed them, revealing the true depth of his eyes for the world to see. I had noticed his short-sightedness matched mine, so I had equipped him with contact lenses, allowing his gaze to shine unobstructed by the familiar frames. The effect was transformative, his eyes suddenly larger, more expressive, radiating a newfound confidence that was impossible to ignore.

I head inside and find Sammy. "I bought you something, Nat," Sammy says. She tosses bubblegum at me—my favorite flavor of pure bubblegum goodness. "Thanks, Sammy." "You're welcome, Nat," Sammy smiles. I tuck the packet of bubblegum into my purse. I feel the sunglasses that I bought. I didn't give the other pair to Selah. Oh well, she didn't even know about them. The sunglasses have pink heart shapes all over them. I hand them to Sammy.

And discoloured my glasses, with my face and blouse. A loud scream like that of a banshee's, left my mouth as I looked at Sam's dead body, next to me.

Her face was not as round anymore, but heart shape. She had high cheekbones and a button nose placed neatly over full lips. Her eyes were a deep emerald green before, framed by long, sooty lashes. Beforehand her eye color was light teal. Her hair was pure silk, cascading down to the middle of her back like an inky black waterfall, which was also very new; there was no way Damien and Cora wouldn't notice that his hair had grown several inches overnight.

I had never in my entire life blushed because of a man, so to blush every time Rai looked at me and smiled, must have said something about how beautiful he was. I asked them about their eyes, and Damian told me they were natural. His eye color is called Cognac, like the fine brandy. No wonder it looks more orangey than Amber. I, myself, wore gray contacts as I don’t have a 20/20 vision. I was envious of their natural eye colors.