Blue Eyes In The Rain Novels & Stories

I sighed I didn't know what to say about her but I didn't want Blue to feel insecure with me Me: she's under control I looked down at her face and she was smiling I carried her up and sat on the bed She sat on my thighs still hugging me Me : were you going to shower Blue : yes Me : mind if I join you Blue : I'll pull out your eyes Me : hahahaha Blue : I miss Rainbow Me : Rainbow? You missed the rainbow that came up yesterday. I actually looked at it through the window She raised her head and looked at me Blue : I didn't miss the rainbow yesterday. I actually sat outside watching it. I'm talking about a different one here

Ryan's POV Her eyes slowly opened, and I was surprised by how bright the blue was. Her face was clouded by bewilderment as she glanced at me for a time. "Where am I, exactly?" Her voice was rough and feeble as she whispered. I spoke calmly as I leaned in closer. "You're secure. The river was where you were. I dragged you here after pulling you out. Her face furrowed as though she were attempting to recall something, and she blinked. Her eyes were a mixture of fear and confusion when they locked with mine.

He was wearing a T-shirt and jeans and had paused to wipe his brow with the back of his hand when I stepped out from between the trees right across from him. It was his eyes that I noticed most of all. They were the most dazzling sapphire blue. My eyes are also blue, but they are more of a stormy grayish blue color. I had to imagine his would glow in the dark, they were so bright. I couldn’t miss them--they were trained right on me, wide with surprise as he took me in.

A very beautiful young woman with silver-gray hair and blue eyes color, who seems to be around the age of twenty, came out of the arrival point of entry in country M with three adorable kids. A girl and two boys. On a closer look, the three children look soo identical. The only difference is their hair color. The girl looks so adorably cute with her ombre hair and blue eyes, just like her mother's. Her long ombre hair reaches down to her waist, and her looks were complimented with a cute baby blue embroidery Bardot dress that compliments her eyes.

My caramel eyes look back at her hurting blue eyes. Blue? Her eyes aren't fucking blue! Daisy has brown eyes! Sweet chocolate brown eyes. I blink a few times and check again. Hoping that I wasn't seeing anything and just needed glasses. But no. Her eyes stayed the same. I look back at her sad blue eyes. They are blue. Her eyes are blue.

I urged "The table.... the door.....the clock......and.....uh- you?" I smiled, brushing his damp hair away from his face. "Mention three blue things you can see" I said. "The painting---my shirt--- your---" His rapid breathing slowed down. "Your eyes" he breathed. I embraced him and he held onto me. "It's okay. You're okay" I whispered, stroking his hair. "I'm sorry-- I--" "Sh-- it's fine. Just breathe" He nodded. Soon, his breathing evened out. I could tell that he'd fallen asleep.

And then he does. I feel fingertips skimming my hip, feel his presence looming behind me. Before I even turn around, I know it’s him- it’s like he’s radiating dominant energy. I allow my body to melt back into his, meeting every hard line of his chest and torso as I finally peek up at him over my shoulder. Blue. That’s what color his eyes are. They’re a light greyish-blue, his irises darker around the outer edges. Beautiful, like him.

The light reduce to a reasonable amount and daisy open her eyes may zhiang smile and nod reassuringly at daisy, daisy smile despite the tears blinding her eyes and lump in her throat, may zhiang slowly transform into a blue statue. It completely broke and flicker like stars daisy smile, looking at it the stars slowly round daisy and the child and suddenly a flashing blue light descend, daisy close her eyes again praying she doesn't get blind and when she noticed there's no more light and slowly open her eyes. She glance at the baby in her arms and she froze in shock, the baby chest is glowing blue a little dagger on her chest, but that's not all the baby is looking at daisy with a smile on h

I grabbed the huge canvas and my paints without bothering to tie my hair up. Colors collided on the canvas, raw and wild. Rage mixed with sorrow, bleeding into every stroke—red for the fury in the background, black for the emptiness, lines in the red, white for the hollow ache blending with the blue, brown for the weight of it all. But...Blue surged, sharp and piercing, until his image actually emerged. Not the man himself, but his eyes. Those cruel, calculating blue eyes that knew exactly how to lie. The image spoke...as if it was actually him on the other side—laughing at me, cruelly.

My eyes finally met with sparkling blue eyes… Mate.