Blue Eye Samurai Glasses Novels & Stories

Samantha immediately shook her head. "No, I was just curious if your eyes are really blue," Samantha replied. A smile flashed across Theron's lips, and with that smile, Samantha felt like she would swoon from his extreme handsomeness. "Yeah, I have mixed heritage, and I inherited my father's eyes. Sometimes I use brown or black contact lenses to not draw too much attention to my eyes," Theron said, continuing to arrange his belongings. "Wow!" Samantha exclaimed. His eyes were so beautiful, and she noticed that Theron only smiled in response.

Samara said and took away Emma's glasses she threw it on the floor and stepped on it smashing it completely. "No!! I can't see without my glasses!! " Emma screamed out in panic and began to touch the ground with her hands. Emma was just like her brother , Dennis , both of them were born with poor sight and can't see without their glasses or eyes contacts. She was particularly blind without glasses on , everything looked blurry. "Awwn a poor blind girl " Samara said and started laughing the other four girls with her also burst into laughter. "I hate people of your kind " They all stopped laughing and turned around to see who just spoke.

Always. He wasn't wearing his hat like he usually was, instead, his thick black hair curled around his shoulders, accentuating the stark blue of his eyes. I could stare at him all night. A thump sounded from one side of me as Samara plopped down onto the sand with me. Rio joined me on the other side. "Want a top off?" Sam asked, holding a half bottle of rum. "Yes, please," I answered, holding my glass out. She smiled at me, filling my glass. My mark caught her pale gaze and she tilted her head to the side. "Wow. So that's the mark, right?"

Ricky asked. “Huh um no they are blue; you should get your eyes checked,” Jade said shaking her head. She wasn’t sure why the boy was so interested in her eyes. “No, they are gray Jade.” He challenged. “There’s only ever been one person with your eye color. You should be happy that you’re different.” “Whatever, I have to go,” Jade said rolling her eyes. She was hoping her Aunt was already waiting for her. “Should we tell her about the legends?” Stephan whispered to Ricky.

Everyone drops their joined hands and stares down at my twin sister who looks just like me in the face, but different everywhere else. Where I have red, curly hair and emerald eyes, Samara has straight, blonde hair and blue eyes. There are no freckles along her nose and cheekbones and her face is more oval shaped than mine. The differences in our appearance made it difficult to pretend to be each other as a kid, something we strived to accomplish as children, but never did. “How am I here?” Samara’s voice breaks me from my thoughts. When I look back over to her through my tear-filled eyes, I notice that she has pulled herself up into a seated position with the help of Kenji.

Mariella greeted her; she responded with a curt nod. “Mr. D’Amano,” Noah stood, extending his hand. Mr. D’Amano finally removed his sunglasses, and I gasped. His eyes were a captivating, electric blue, devoid of emotion yet intensely powerful. They were like a cold, beautiful ocean, drawing me in. The atmosphere shifted as he scanned the room. His gaze lingered on me, as he found me. A sharp breath escaped my lips, and I quickly averted my eyes, feeling the weight of his intense stare; it felt like he could see right through me.

Some of the students snickered, but Chandler remained silent. "Go and find a seat," Sam said with a note of disgust. "Wait… sit next to that weirdo over there.” He pointed to Miranda. As he settled down next to Miranda, she greeted him with a warm smile. Despite the medicated glasses that obscured his eyes, Miranda couldn't help but notice his striking blue eyes. Miranda's smile was genuine, and her well-maintained walnut skin and wild hair added to her natural beauty. He returned her smile, though she could sense his nerves.

Her shoes should be as indiscreet as the orange color of the puffy dress, considering the way she balanced above them, and the dragged sound she produced when moving in front of the coffee makers and containers for candy and cookies. I didn't know much about Samantha, only that she took my job after years of working for Mrs. Payne. His hair was dyed in two shades close to purple, always stuck by a small colored ligation. Everything in it was too colorful, exaggeratedly flashy. Above the cheeks blinded by a natural blush, there was always a mound of golden Glitter, matching the thick and heavy ring earrings. The blue eyes were so vibrant that they almost reached the violet, adorned by heavy e

Chapter 5 The fight is against Shade Marcus the Narrsissist Vampire King. Sam stands tall, his chiseled physique a testament to his unwavering dedication to fitness. His bulging biceps and broad shoulders exude raw power, honed from years of military battles. His shoulder-length black hair often falls messily onto his broad shoulders, and his piercing grey/blue eyes seem to bore into those he meets. His tattoos, a striking blend of Mayan tribal and Anunnaki designs, whisper tales of his rebellious past and his defiance against the darkness. As an elder vampire and a skilled fighter, Sam's tech expertise and ancient knowledge make him a formidable force in the world. His raw, masculine appeal

I widen my eyes as I realize who those men were. “Love, these are my brothers. Shawn and Sawyer.” Sam introduces his brothers, proudly. They looked identical. They smelled the same. But their eyes were somehow different from each other. All of them had this tint of green in their eyes but the difference was the shade of brown in their gazes. Shawn had this beautiful deep shade of brown in his eyes that reminded me of chocolate. While Sam had this amazing chestnut shade in his gaze. And Sawyer had these gorgeous honey eyes. I was amazed by their beauty.