Blue Eyed Lucy Novels & Stories

Lucy takes after me except that she has her father’s brown eyes while her hair is shining silver. Lucy is a very bright and special child, at the age of 3, she has begun to use magic although we haven’t seen any trace of a werewolf in her, but she has been exhibiting traits of being a witch. “Why are you in the middle of the pack house?” I heard Joan ask coming up to me, I smiled at her as Liam stood at the doorstep with Rick and Asher conversing about something. “Its Lucy again!!” I replied giving her a smile “and how is my prince charming doing?” I asked begging to his level.

Lucy stared at him for a second. Then she said, matter-of-factly, "You have the same eyes as me." Silence fell. I heard Aiden take a slow, deep breath. "I noticed that too," he said, his voice still slightly unsteady. Lucy considered this very seriously. She studied his eyes, then his hands, before reaching a conclusion. "Mine are darker in the middle and lighter around the edges." "Mine too," he said. That was apparently sufficient. She accepted the information and immediately moved on.

Gio giggled "I like her, but I like her more as my baby sister" Blue eyes! What's up with blue-eyed people related to Lu but he has grey ones. She couldn't get herself to focus on Gio's talking that she had to promise to call him later. With her heartache, she wondered why she would be in the same building with her brother and never get to see him much anymore. The worst part is Lu is now making him feel better without her, him and his blue-eyed beautiful daughter. Why can't she be allowed out of this prison they call room and get food three times a day.

She looked prettier than ever and her lips which were painted red now matched the colour of her hair. The iris of her eyes turned bright blue and the illumination from within was visible and made her eyes look better but she couldn't let anyone see this. It was unusual and only CEO Luca knows about it. They had seen her normal eyes colour already and would be quick to notice the changes. Linda's eyes became normal the moment she heard footsteps behind her and turned to see Kimberly approaching with Lucia, and the two had no idea about what had just happened. Lucia was excited to see her face and looked from behind Linda to the mirror.

Maddy was going to prove his innocence. The task wouldn't be easy. Lucinda and Maddy hardly knew each other and ran in different circles. They were both eighteen, but the similarities between the two girls ended there. Lucinda had long blond hair, sparkling blue eyes and a body that would put most swimsuit models to shame. Maddy looked more like a bookworm than a prom queen with black rim glasses to go with her dark hair and brown eyes. She was short and petite with tiny boobs.

They match perfectly with Abbey’s blonde hair and bright light blue eyes; she’s also tanned from spending time working outside. Their daughter Lucy is a replica of both tall, slim beautiful blue eyes that change from dark to light pending on what she’s wearing and her ever-changing mood. She has the best of her parents. She is going to become a stunning woman. Mum rustles Jack and Andy to help with placing the food on the table. Lucy quickly races to the kitchen to lend a hand. She loves helping her Gran. They all come back with a couple of lasagna’s, plenty of garlic bread and a couple of fresh salads from mum’s garden. Quinn and Mum spend a lot of time together in the gardens. It’s their s

But why do they look alike? "You look like the older version of my mother," I sobbed, "her name is Lobelia," "Except my father went ahead to impregnate a woman and that woman went ahead to have your mother who had you, I don't know any other possibility of why you smell like my sister's pup. And I'm not going to fail to mention your blue eyes. Even if it's strange because of its gemstone-like touch, it's still blue," "How?" "In my family, every first daughter or son is born with blue eyes. Lucinda was the youngest. Did your mother ever have a scar on the apex of her thigh? Not a scar, rather—"

Both little hands were beating my chest, "Mother is pulling her hair to ease her pain. Her green eyes are full of blood! It was a nightmare!" Linen? green eyes? But Lucy's hair was black before she left, and her eyes were not green, but blue. That used to be my favourite colour. I laughed, "Is there a protagonist with flaxen hair and green eyes on the TV you watched yesterday? You are not dreaming about your mother, but a character on TV." "No!" The little girl was probably tired of my doubts. She struggled to jump off me, stomping and roaring on the floor. After a while, she was really out of breath.

Lucy: There is a difference between us. He frowned and sat down on the chair in front of the bed crossing his legs and staring at her fragile figure... He didn't say anything just nodded at her words making her continue her words... Lucy: Eyes. We have different eye-color... She has pitch black orbs while I have dark brown eyes... But to differentiate us there is no for any proof. Our body language is enough to know who is Luciana and who is Liliana.

The smoke settles supernaturally fast and right before everyone's eyes, Lucy's features ripple like a disturbed stream. Her hair flows from the root with ebony black, her usual brown curls eaten up by her actual dark locks. Lucy's olive green eyes turn a bright sky blue. Gasps and sharp whispers of "What's happening to her?" ripple through the hall. Lucy's hands rise to shield her face but it's too late. Even her skin has turned from a natural sun-tanned hue to the precious milky white Tracy always cherished. The potion burns through the illusion fast like fire eating up a sheet of paper and soon, the hall falls silent for a whole different reason.