Blue Eyes Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Now I know he is furious that he cannot enjoy the beauty he has under his roof. What a beauty she is. I doubt she has any idea she is one of the rarest women in England. I have done my share of Seasons, balls and grand houses but she is spectacular. Those eyes are so blue, never have I met someone whose blue eyes are warm. They are sea-coloured, as are a thousand other women of virtue, but there is a depth, a warmth paired with the deep blue hue.

I recognize the voice and turn around. That's when I see Aiden's eyes as blue as they were the day we met on the beach. But why is he out here and topless no less? Not that I mind the view before my eyes, he's beautiful to look at but I don't know him well enough to continue my evaluation of his physique. I take my eyes off his six-pack and focus on the blueness of his eyes. There is a slight yellow within his eyes but that fades when the clouds cover the moon. They return to their full dark blue color.

Ethan’s POV I flop down on my bed , staring up at the white ceiling above me. My lips curl upward as my mind float back to baby blue eyes. His eyes are beautiful. Light blue iris surrounded by dark blue flakes and a sapphire ring that glean in with the light. Chestnut brow soft silky hair falling over the forehead, long full eyelashes evenly fluttering across pink cheeks, Honey blonde skin completely flawless, cute pointed nose, perfect plump lips that are an ideal balance between not being too big but not too small. He is incredibly Gorgeous.

Still, don't judge me until you see what I'm talking about… His eyes… The blue color in his eyes looks like a piece of the ocean. I can't believe that someone with anger issues, and a bad reputation can have such peaceful eyes. Have I mentioned that his dyed black color hair makes him irresistible? Or should I mention that his bridge sharp nose seems like a piece of art? Even his pale skin does not look dead to me, it is quite the opposite, it looks flawless and full of life. It all exists in one single body which is indeed too much.

“That’s a tough choice. Probably green. But not just a plain green, a deep, emerald green. I don’t think I’ve seen much of it in person, but there are forests with some of the most beautiful greens. What is yours?” “Noted. I know you’re probably going to think this is cliché, but blue, like the color of your eyes. You have this deeper blue on the outer parts, and then ocean-like blue specks throughout, creating the most interesting blue color I’ve ever seen,” he explained, running his hand through his hair and looking at the ground. I was left speechless at his attention to detail. “They sound so much more beautiful through your eyes.” He stopped turning towards me and tipping my chin to loo

Now that we were out in daylight, I was finally able to see some things that I hadn't noticed before. His hair wasn't black but a rich dark brown like the colour of coffee, the blue of his eyes were not sapphire but cerulean mixed with grey that made his eyes look even paler in daylight, the grey sweatshirt he was wearing hugged his body, leaving nothing to the imagination and his dark ripped jeans..... "My eyes are up here, bella" Aiden said and I looked up to see a smug look on his face and a scowl on Caleb's. I cleared my throat and gave him a disinterested look.

It’s almost like everything else in the room blurs out of focus as I focus on him. He’s beautiful. And I don’t mean beautiful in the way most people think of—no, this is something different. It’s the kind of beauty that almost makes you want to look away because it feels like you’re staring at something you’re not supposed to see. His blonde hair catches the light, the strands glistening as he moves, and his blue eyes are piercing, a cold, unfeeling shade of ice. His build is delicate, not like most omegas, but like something you’d expect to see in an art piece, and it’s a sharp contrast to the surprisingly intimidating aura he carries with him.

In fact, she secretly liked the gentlemanly nature of Emmet, who has ever been respectful and well-mannered, something Nezeira admires in people. "Yes, sorry, I don't fit well in gatherings like this.", Nezeira apologized. "It's alright, I like peaceful places too, like this one," Emmet said looking at Nezeira with the utmost affection, something she never reciprocated. Perhaps for Emmet, she didn't have to. Her straight, seemingly emotionless face appeals more to him. He stood beside her and asked, "Princess, your eyes. Why it is blue rather than red? As far as we all know vampires have red eyes."

But I am not just attracted to his body His eyes They are the favorite thing I like about him. They are blue and it reminds me of the sky. His eyes are piercing and scary, but at the same time it is calm. His eyes are able to terrify and soothe me when they want to. When you look at me, I feel like he can see through me. There is a time he rested them on me and I almost feel like he knows exactly what I am thinking

They are both inconceivably attractive, yet every one of them feels so unique. Just before he whisks me outside, the entryway where I just left opens up and two lovely folks step out. One has bewilderingly blue eyes, while the other eclipses him with eyes of emeralds and sky-blue hair that sparkles in the daylight. Each move the blue-haired man makes is agile and smooth, his body perfect. A few eyes are quickly charged to this new entry.