Blue Eyes Aesthetic Novels & Stories

"Do you think these will work better than the blue and white?" I looked at her, wondering why she wanted my opinion. I would think I would be the last person she wanted advice from. "Well, I think it's a nice representation of Isai-I mean the Alpha's eyes and yours. A nice icy blue and gray combo…Luna." She seemed to be thinking about what I said, only responding simply, "Hmph."

Casio’s POV I watched as the cab drove off, standing at the curb, a smile formed on my face. This girl will be the death of me. Her beautiful blue eyes that could devour your soul if you let them. Her choice in hair colour, purple with those pink highlights, made her eyes even more blue. Curious what her natural colour is? It doesn’t matter. She was perfect, her small body, which made her look like a pixie. Fuck, she was just beyond perfect.

When he walked out of the elevator, I had instantly gotten hard. He possessed the kind of beauty that seemed almost unreal, the sort that made me pause without quite understanding why. His tousled blond hair fell effortlessly across his forehead in soft, windswept layers, with a few unruly strands brushing against his striking blue eyes. It gave him a look that was both carefree and impossibly refined, as though perfection had never required effort. His eyes were the first thing I always notice, a piercing shade of icy blue that shimmered beneath the light like frozen glass. They held a quiet depth, calm and beautiful. With eyes like that, I fear he might unman me.

Never in my life had a woman all but stopped me in my tracks before but there was something about her bright blue eyes that pulled me in. Dark brown hair that looked auburn in some pictures of her in the sun. Her bright blue eyes were wide and full of a kind of hapless joy I'd only seen in my baby sister. Even her damn smile was perfect with straight white teeth and perfectly pouty lips that I wanted to touch. In most of her photos, she wore very little makeup and only enough to accentuate her natural eye shape. Something that I loved. If there was one thing that annoyed me more than anything, was a woman who plastered makeup on pretending to be something she wasn't.

Always out to leave a statement wherever he was seen. With a golden blonde hair, a clear blue eyes and a body fit for an Adonis, it'll be no surprise to find women swarming his way. He looked so young for someone who has accomplished as much as he has. Once, she zoomed in on one of his pictures to the satisfaction of her eye's scrutiny. She couldn't wait to see if his eyes were as blue and shiny as they appeared in the pictures. Thinking of him this way made her smile fondly. Strange.

I remember when I first saw his eyes, I was so taken aback by how green they were, it reminded me of a forest, how it’s normally green like that. Afraid to wake Rowan with my eyeing him. I reach for my phone. Yesterday Eira set me up an I*******m account. She showed me how to take pictures and upload them. I play around with them. Eira is really good with technology. I should have her teach me everything she knows while we’re on this trip. She showed me how to use a lot of the features on my phone Mia didn’t show me. She even has this really cute cover I love. It’s grey with blue butterflies on them. Her favorite color is blue. It’s obvious with her blue her, her blue eyes, her blue fingerna

His words are almost a whisper, sliding into my veins like a drug. And fuck me sideways. His eyes, they are pale blue, almost translucent. Like ice shards that catch the light just right. But underneath that coldness, i see flecks of deep blue, tiny crystal specks that looks like someone shattered and scattered sapphires in his irises. They are mesmerizing and infuriating and I hate how I can't stop staring. Something about those eyes makes me want to keep watching them or rip them out and make him bleed. Make him feel what he's started doing to me. Because those goddamn eyes make me think of things I shouldn't, make me crave shit I'm not supposed to.

As I stare at myself in the mirror, the confident, soon-to-be Queen my mother always said I would become stares back at me. My stylist, Maria, did an amazing job today. The woman I think of as a friend, a confidant, and an older sister chose an amazing sapphire blue dress that accentuated my curves and paired well with my pale skin. My pale blue eyes stare back at me, my vision clearer than the day I met him. The day that changed my life.

Hazel Eyes Anastasia Perry, an elegant figure at 5'10" with striking blue eyes and flowing blonde hair, stood amidst the bustling city sidewalk. Her cobalt blue pantsuit radiated confidence, while her honey blonde hair was impeccably gathered into a sleek ponytail. The world outside was a whirlwind of activity, but Anastasia's focus was on one thing – her wristwatch. Time was slipping away, and she knew she had to hurry. Her job interview at the prestigious Pinnacle investment banking organization was scheduled for this morning at eight, and the stakes had never been higher.

His blue eyes seemed angry and ready to fight me once it exploded in extreme annoyance at me. His blue wide eyes is definitely rare, I really love those ocean eyes of him. I didn’t listen to what Trace said, I’m not an obedient child eh… I tightened my grip on his arm and I approached him to see the whole of his face up close. My eyes just blinked when our eyes met, the blue eyes of him are really beautiful especially when you see it up close. His long pointed nose, square shaped jaw line and his cupid bow hot kissable lips is freaking me insane.