Blue Eye Samurai Glasses Novels & Stories

“ GURL “ Her dark brown orbs met a pair of bluish orbs. The person smiled at her with a wide grin on her face. “ Sam “ Evelyn squealed, seeing her best friend after so long. Samantha aka Sam, a nineteen-year-old teenager, with blonde hair, and blue eyes, a beautiful girl was she. “ How are you, sweetheart? “ “ Great “ Evelyn’s eyes went towards Mateo who was sitting on the chair, headphones on his ears listening to one of the pop songs. Sam let out a forced fake cough taking Evelyn’s attention. “ Go go dear. I won’t take your time “ Saying that she pushed her toward her boyfriend who was in his world. A smile escaped her lips as she walked towards him, taking slow steps. Standing behind him,

"Good job, Sam." The face of the General rippled. At first, it seemed like a smile, but the ripples spread further and further, contorting the face beneath. More wrinkles came to the surface, the hair shortened and turned into a mixture of grey and white, and the eyes - they showed the biggest change. The eyes of the original icelandic General were a deep chocolate brown filled with power. Within a few blinks they glinted in a sharp blue instead. A blue that was all too familiar to Katherine.

he agreed without hesitation and moved back as far as I wanted him to. He stared at me intensively, making me flustered. I had to take a couple of deep breaths to regain composure and concentrate on casting a spell. I placed my hands above the pile of crystal pieces and closed my eyes. When I opened them, the glasses slowly started rebuilding themselves, piece by piece, like they were three-dimensional puzzles. With a final piece attached, the shattered glass merged together, looking like it had never been broken. I smirked and lifted one glass, then looked at Samil confidently. He was smiling. I had never seen him genuinely smiling like that. Yet, there was something sorrowful about that sm

My hands shake with how upset I still am, but I take a few deep breaths to try and get myself under control. Ten minutes later, I shuffle down the stairs in a pair of jeans and a pink blouse. My dad and Finn are already at the table while Miriam is mixing herself a cocktail in the kitchen. “Where’s your contact?” she hisses under her breath. “We don’t want to make our guest uncomfortable.” I grit my teeth and glare at her. My dad had a custom contact made for my blue eye so it matches my green one. Miriam insisted. She said my eyes were unsettling, and I guess my dad agreed. That doesn’t mean I have to wear it, though.

I put up the light fabric from my face and amble close to the mirror. My eyes widen to its full length when I see my reflection. I'm unable to recognize the face I'm looking at. Samara's makeup and hair style techniques are near to professional. My already big eyes are looking bigger due to light smoky eye makeup. Lips are perfectly shaped and coated with bright pink coral shade. My overall face skin is radiating with a lightest pink hue akin to natural blush. I look good. I look...beautiful. She has rolled all of my hair above my head and fix the long veil on them.

His eyes were fixed on me and I was sure they hadn't been since just now. The stranger smiled at me. I smiled back, rather embarrassed. Damn, he looked good! He had black hair and wore a samurai costume. He had covered his face with cloth, so I only saw his beautiful eyes, which seemed to glitter in all colors. But I also realized that he was wearing a mask over his face. He just stood there, arms crossed casually, staring at me. This guy cut a damn fine figure!

Her makeup was simple and elegant with hints of purple and gold on her eyelids. Sammy wore a black two-piece trouser suit, with a deep red button up shirt underneath, the top two buttons left undone. She wore black patent leather Cuban heeled brogues. She also wore very little make up, settling for smoky eyeshadow, highlighting her hazel almond-shaped eyes with winged black eyeliner and a red lipstick that matched her shirt. They were stunning, even Nate had to admit. He nods,

She looked up to lock eyes onto mine with no smile on her face this time. Slowly, my hands reached her waist to bring her to my body, making her sit astride me. I took off her glasses and dropped it on the space beside me. I've always wanted to see more of those clear blue eyes ever since she took her glasses off in the office. The blue gems were dark, moist and bewitching, disorganizing sanity. Ooh, damn, I'm losing my brain!

Then she opened her jewel blue eyes. The instant they lighted on me, I could see the machinations twisting in her pretty head. I knew she’d open her luscious mouth, red and puffy from how savage Sam had been at it, and she’d cry out like she did, and scramble to pull something over her indecency. But I didn’t expect Sam to leap up and chase after me, buck naked and shouting like a berserker. Or that he’d do it every time he saw me after unless we were in polite company—then he’d only glare.

“Arienne–“ Samyak said, his tone startled. His eyes no longer looked black; now they were a bright, translucent brown, like a crisp, autumnal leaf held up to the sun. “Why didn’t you want me to take this book, Samyak?” I asked. My own voice was devoid of emotion, and I could hear a sharp inflection to each word that I had not intended to use. He looked as though he’d been slapped. Outside, the sky began to darken with thick, oppressive clouds.