Blue Eyes Aesthetic Novels & Stories

The sincerity in her admission and the vulnerability behind her smile added a captivating charm to her already enchanting presence. Her blue eyes sparkled with a mix of shyness and sincerity, drawing me in with their depth. The soft hue of her flushed cheeks complemented the radiance of her eyes, creating an appealing contrast. As she nervously tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, her features showcased an effortless elegance that made her beauty truly captivating.

Westley states with a devious smirk before squeezing my hip affectionately. They both glare at one another, and while I look back and forth between the two I can definitely see that they look almost identical besides slightly differing features. But their eyes are the thing that truly sets each of them apart, because even though their both blue they hold completely differing shades as well as emotions that displays just how unique they each really are. Westley’s Icy light blue eyes hold a gentle dominance that lulls you into submission without it being forceful. Unlike his Alpha brother’s dark ocean blue eyes that command dominance from everyone he’s around by drowning them into submission f

They are both incredibly beautiful, but each feels so different. Just before he takes me outside, the door I just came out of opens and two handsome guys come out. One has dizzyingly blue eyes, while the other eclipses it with emerald eyes and azure hair that shines in the sun. Every movement the blue-haired man makes is graceful and smooth, his body flawless. Some eyes are immediately magnetized by this new entrance.

Personally, I believe that she had bought it specifically for that very occasion. "Won't Kayla love this," I whispered to myself as I looked in the mirror. My hair curled slightly as it brushed my waist, contrasting clearly with the turquoise and white floral print. More floral! Could my parents get any weirder? The upside of this monstrosity was that it actually accentuated my figure in all the right places and made my ice-blue eyes sparkle. I was of the average size and the average weight with an average hair colour so I was proud of my unusual eyes, made even more unusual by my heritage. I mean, who ever saw a Greek girl with blue eyes?

Without a second thought, I pushed the door open and I felt multiple pairs of eyes fall on me, but almost like a magnet, my eyes immediately landed on one. Blue orbs. His eyes perfectly hid any emotions that was running through his mind and he stared at me blankly. And I let myself ogle. Seated royally on the head of the dining table that could comfortably sit about thirty people, Ares had on a dark blue shirt, the same shade as his eyes with black slacks. For lack of a better word, he was beautiful, in every sense of the word. Any woman would die to get a second look from him. If not for his looks, then for his immense wealth.

Why is he insisting on being friends if he is looking at me like this? “The blue of your eyes look breathtaking with the red surrounding it.” He says and if I wasn’t already red, I would most definitely be now. “It is unfair that you are this beautiful when you have cried.” He says, but he is one to speak. Even with his eyes red and puffy, he still looks tanned and sexy as fuck with his green eyes having a glossy shine to it. The blue in his eyes is lighter, making it look like the ocean and forest came together and is dancing in patterns that only they can understand.

Jessi pouted, her eyes sparkling with cruelty, clearly enjoying the moment. I rolled my eyes, feeling the familiar frustration bubble up. Mom will always be mom; I can’t believe she’d say something so thoughtless. But honestly, I really shouldn’t be surprised. With Jessi around, it’s always about her and how stunning she is. There’s no denying it—she has those mesmerizing ocean-blue eyes that seem to pull everyone in, her skin is soft like silk, and her perfect brown hair flows effortlessly. Plus, her posture is so confident that it draws attention without her even trying. But for me, it’s a whole different story.

The feeling of satisfaction that bloomed to life in my chest was more than a little disturbing. Her mahogany brown hair was in a bun at the top of her head, exposing the planes of her face. She had the most beautiful blue eyes ever. The color so light that it appeared silver in some lighting. They looked almost translucent. Her mouth was a work of art too; plump, red mouth that was just begging to be kissed, the top slightly fuller than the bottom. If she ever tire of putting old, white, entitled, know-it-all guys in their place, she could easily make a career as a model. She was far more astounding than all the ones that threw themselves at me anyways.

She nodded as if enchanted. "Then give it a try," Damian chuckled softly and approached, stopping just a few centimeters away from her, making it easy for her to scrutinize his eyes. Perhaps it was because he hadn't had enough rest lately, but Alicia noticed some red veins in the whites of his eyes. However, this didn't detract from the natural allure of his pure blue irises. It was the most beautiful shade of blue she had ever seen, purer than the sky after rain, purer than blue hydrangeas.

Krystalina~ Disgusting. That’s what he called my eyes while staring into the depths of my soul. He called my eyes disgusting. How fucking dare he. Ever since I was a kid, everyone has complimented my eyes, and he had to come and shatter that bubble in a few seconds. I stared too deep into the mirror, my gaze fixated on my eyes, trying to find any kind of flaw in them. Is this because they are big like a Bambi ? Or is it because of their color? I mean, they are a rare ocean blue in color, but…