Blue Eyes In The Rain Novels & Stories

“Wake up please! Sea! Someone please help her! She’s losing a lot of blood, we need to get her to the hospital! Sea, hang in there baby. You have to wake up, okay? Please don’t let go…” “No…” I whispered. I don’t want to be here anymore, I don’t like how heavy everything felt. I didn’t want to see this all happen in front of me. I don’t want to see my mum like that ever again. Her bright blue eyes that looked so dull and lifeless as she screams for help, and her cries that will for sure haunt me as I sleep. I suddenly felt something wet running down my cheeks, and I looked up to see that it was raining. Until everything began getting blurry, and the next thing I saw was a pair of blue eyes,

As I continued to beat his hand the doors opened, hearing the sound of it I turned around. When my eyes met his gaze, I felt drawn into his eyes. The icy blueness generated a feeling like I was being pulled into a lake of frozen emotions. It was like all the myriad shades of blue swirled together to form a whirlpool of apprehension, I couldn't understand whether this is all the alcohol's effect or not. To say that his eyes were blue was like saying that the sun was yellow. Sufficient but not accurate to capture the burning. I gulped at the intensity those ocean blue eyes held while my trembling lips whispered, "M..Mr.Villin?"

I did asked him if he ever publish any manga works by himself,but he just avoid that question whenever I asked repeatedly so I decided not to force him to answer it since it could be something personal for him and doesn't want to share his work of experience and his artwork as what I've thought only. Rain ordered a blueberry parfait and pair it with a 2 pieces of chocolate muffin and I ordered a cookie cream granola and pair it with a strawberry shortcake.The both of us have a good conversation but Rain still keep his limits of talking but he also often smiles whenever I blurted out a crack joke of myself especially my sudden moves. ~~~

Killian Ricci asked sarcastically, his deep, rasping voice full of smoke. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t do anything but stare at him. We were nose to nose, his eyes boring into mine with an intensity that made my mouth go as dry as sandpaper. His eyes… they weren’t the unearthly gray I’d remember and recognized the night of the auction. They were blue. A very pale, glacier blue flaked with silver. I’d never seen eyes quite like his before. It was shocking, really, so much of a shock that I didn’t process the scene around me for several seconds.

he asked her, his eyes staring off at the dark blue water which stretched on for miles and miles in front of them. "It can mean many things. There is light blue and there is dark blue too. The water is dark blue in the dark, but when it is morning, it turns light. Light blue can mean calmness, stability, intelligence and confusion. Dark blue can mean sadness, depression or even communication," she explained and Nolan nodded slowly. "Maybe that is why your eyes are dark blue. It is because you are sad," he muttered under his breath. Natalie felt her breath hitch as his eyes flickered to hers immediately after he spoke and his bright blue eyes were shining in the darkness. She could feel the e

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.

His back arched at the effort, his cheeks flushing in exertion. He wheezed and sucked in mouthfuls of air before finally calming down. "Let's go home, Yvonne." His eyes never left me, in case I went back on my word. … And so, I returned to the house I'd chosen to leave. It was still in the same state I left it in, though a grayscale photo hung on the wall now—Bianca. William noticed what I was looking at, and he went slightly rigid. "She fell really sick last year and never recovered." He looked at me carefully. "I'll have Jason tuck it away if it bothers you."

“I will hold this moment, this evening, our flight, our moments here, your hair and eye color, even the feeling of your wings hitting my face, in my heart. Right here. All of this is happening here. I am coming to find you in real life. I won’t be able to stay away from you. I need to see you for real, I need you in my arms.” She giggles again and she holds my hands. We stare into each other’s eyes and her blue eyes turn purple in front of me, making me shake. “How did you do that?” I ask with a smile. “My eyes change according to what I feel. Blue is happy, yellow is surprised, green is jealous, black is sad, red is angry,” she explains. “What does purple mean?” I ask, staring into her purp

But the silence that followed the fall of Jian and Lady Eleanor was the most terrifying sound Panni had ever heard. Panni stood on the edge of the ancient terrace, her fingers interlaced with Jinyan’s. Their grip was white-knuckled, a desperate anchor in a world that had tilted off its axis. Between them stood Grace. The yellow raincoat she wore was stained with the dust of centuries, but it was her eyes that held the world at bay. They were no longer the warm, chocolate brown of the Panni lineage; they were a crystalline, electric blue—the color of a storm that had been brewing for a hundred years.

Astoria announced in a loud voice making the sky bolt and thunder. Abigail doesn’t know what to do. They started chanting. Her body and brain screamed at her to run but she couldn’t. Her brain is hurting. Her eyes started turning into Aquamarine blue but soon it started turning darker further. Now, she has a pair of shiny Sapphire blue eyes that could steal the heart of any man.