Novel & Cerita Blue Eyes In The Rain

Her scream echoed through the room, shrill and panicked. "Aaah!" But as soon as she spotted someone behind me, her expression morphed in an instant. Her eyes grew red-rimmed, tears welling up like a tragic heroine. "Emily, I know you despise me, but my child… my child is a life too!" I felt a strong hand seize my wrist, and I turned to find Tristan staring at me, his gaze glacial. "That's enough," he said coldly. "Emily, I asked you to come here for a civil conversation. How could you attack Faye like this?"

Daemon’s POV He hadn't changed a wink since the last time I saw him, which was years ago. He was still tall and lanky, those bright blue eyes taking the room with such ease, rare to find. He had always been that way, taking on life with such excitement. "Balor!" The name fell from her lips easily as he crossed the space. That was when I noticed the flowers in his hands. Tulips. Not exactly Annie's favorite, but there was no way he could have known that.

Rowan said quietly. “Yeah,” I agreed. “But the painters never got it right. They always mixed it up with emerald. Aunt Tara used to complain about it.. said no one ever knew the exact shade. After every painting session she’d look so disappointed.” Rowan’s gaze sharpened, almost slicing through me. “Well,” he said slowly, “your darling ‘not ordinary’ baby girl described them perfectly. Blue… blue.” I froze, the words sinking like stones. “Plenty of people have blue eyes,” I managed.

The beautiful, fluffy pancakes, the crispy bacon, and the eggs Rain had worked so hard to prepare for me were completely gone. I blinked, totally confused. I lifted my head, my eyes moving across the kitchen until they met Rain’s gaze. He was staring right at me, his blue eyes cold, distant, and completely unreadable. There was a heavy look in his expression that made my stomach give a nervous, painful twist. Without saying a single word to me, Rain reached up and untied the strings of his kitchen apron. He dropped the cloth onto the counter with a soft thud. He was completely shirtless underneath, his broad, scarred chest glistening slightly in the morning light.

Untranslated. She sketched like she had seen them before, not studied. Like memory, not copying. My pulse picked up. Not panic. Not fear. Recognition. The same way Rain used to draw when she didn’t know she was drawing. Then her hand paused. Her pencil stilled. She lifted her head. Her gaze met mine. And for one impossible heartbeat, her irises flashed, molten gold. Not bright. Not fiery. Soft. But unmistakable. Rain’s eyes had done that when she was laughing. When she was angry. When she was alive.

He licked the moisture from his lips, a low, rumbling growl of satisfaction vibrating from his chest that made my very soul shiver. I pushed away slightly, our eyes locking. His gaze was the pale blue of a winter sky—the same skies I had dreamed of for years. But just like a storm, those eyes could turn charcoal grey and thunderous, ready to strike me down again. The warning flashed in my mind, and I knew he could see the hesitation behind my eyes.

Her icy eyes darkened and she subconsciously licked her lips. “She definitely looks like she likes what she sees,” purred Storm in my head, salivating over Raina in her tight red work out gear. We both agreed red was her color. Or light blue to match her eyes. Honestly, she’d look good in any color or style of clothing. She could be wrapped in a garbage bag and I’d still want to tear it off her.

It felt familiar, like I had seen it somewhere before. My eyes started getting heavy. The last thing I saw was a pair of strangely familiar silver-blue eyes glowing through the rain, burning with rage.

However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.