Blue Eyes Aesthetic Novels & Stories

"Your eyes are crystal clear sky blue on better days — when the sun shines through them. But on the days you're feeling intense emotions, they become a swirl of midnight blue with swirls of clear teal. It gets dark when you're feeling something strongly, it gets more translucent when you're feeling free or lighthearted. Perhaps the best thing to do would be to apply a mix of brilliant blue and midnight blue and then cover it with an earthy shade of cobalt and ultramarine, yes." He smiled at me, his eyes looking like pools of crystal clear water. "Go on, I am coming to love this more than what I had initially expected." I smiled, dragging the ottoman closer to the canvas, as I carefully lined

I will make the Greek gods jealous that such beauty who talked about their appearance is snatched from them, quivering under the intensity of a mortal It was almost time for the event and I, for the first time since 3 AM, laid eyes on my Chocolate. She had this beautiful blue satin silk gown on. It had a very provocative layout. It was a sleeveless dress. It showed off her cleavage, the waist was defined, and her hips looked precise. She did represent "Everything Blue." Electrifying, radiant, and provocative. She showed me how much of a weakling she can make me. My eyes went dark. Dark from hunger, need, and jealousy.

Her brain didn’t even let her filter her reaction. Brolly was beautiful in a way she hadn’t seen much of in real life. He had platinum blonde hair and blonde lashes and eyebrows too. His eyes were a startling beautiful shade of blue, a shade she wanted to design an outfit around. He was a study in sharp contradictions. His skin was the deep, cool depth of polished obsidian. It wasn’t hard for Aria to admit he took her breath away. “You’re very beautiful,” she stated simply. Brolly grinned, his pearly whites adding even more beauty.

They were a striking shade of beautiful blue, like deep sapphire pools, reflecting the tranquillity of the morning sky. Embarrassment flushed through me, my cheeks warming with a blush as I stood there, caught in the midst of my clumsy mishap. Yet, his expression softened, and a warmth radiated from his beautiful blue eyes. They held a tenderness that made my heart flutter, a connection that spoke of shared moments and unspoken emotions. Even in this vulnerable state, his eyes conveyed a reassurance, as if to say, "It's alright, Nesta."

Holding a black tie which will be perfect for his dark blue shirt and that irresistible blue eyes which shine in the light, perfectly match each other. Please, come here," she says, her hand extending toward him, offering the black tie like a peace offering. Its deep shade harmonizes with his dark blue shirt, a match made in sartorial heaven. His eyes, like twin sapphires, shimmer brilliantly in the light, and it's as if they were destined to complement the tie. The blue in his eyes and the tie intertwine effortlessly, creating a captivating harmony that's almost poetic. She can't stop falling and falling in his unworldly handsomeness.

Athina's P.O.V. As a week passed in gorgeous mansion as I continued avoid those bright blue eyes that held those mysterious sparkles. A strange azure colour that changes its shade every so beautiful. One minute they are light, the other a darker bliss of royal blue. How someone have such strange yet beautiful eyes, I didn't. And they kept drawing me in, but this time I chose to fight against the sudden urges that drew me back to this man.

“I’ll be right back. And – thank you.” I hated that I felt bad for leaving him. I hated that I missed him, his strange, charismatic behaviour and those bewitching blue eyes. I hated that, even as I wound through the eclectic selection of worn tables, I could picture those eyes: bright blue at their centre, clear as the sea on a summer’s day, and so dark at their edges that they almost looked black, a perfect blur joining the two. They were like the dusk, the last rays of sun before the night drew in. I hated that, somewhere buried, deep down, I thought that he might have been right about me.

She certainly doesn’t seem to come across as confident. But she is beautiful in an ethereal sort of way. Her eyes are such a beautiful shade of blue, I swear it feels like you could swim in them. I know I could get lost looking into them. That is why I try not to make direct eye contact with her too much, or else I know I am going to struggle looking away from her!

When their eyes met, the blonde killer gave Eugene a very attractive smile. The sunlight coming through the window reflected off his magnificent blonde hair, making it sparkle as if golden dust had been sprinkled. His unblemished white skin was like porcelain, and his handsome and beautiful features took one's breath away several times more than the memory from last night. And his blue eyes. Those deep blue eyes that seemed to pull you in just by looking at them briefly had such a clear and intense blue color that all the blue eyes Eugene had seen before seemed like rotten fish eyes in comparison.

Her effulgent sun-kissed skin, which was wrapped in that plain-ivory midi dress, making her look like a beguiling dusk hidden beneath a cloak of the daylight. Her tiny button nose, straight and sharp. Her small-round face. Her heart-shaped lips, which had a natural blush of pink. Her body looked dainty, and irresistibly delicate. But the most ethereal part of her was those icy blue eyes of hers, which were beautifully complementing her skin. Her eyes were so bewitching and surreal, like it would make any gaze to get that urge to dive deeper into those oceanic eyes of hers.