Blue Eyes Night Club Novels & Stories

I said as I sat in front of the vanity. Linda and Amber got to work on my hair, setting long curls pinned up with a beautiful blue hair comb. It had sapphires and platinum gold roses along the edge. Amber put a light foundation on and gave my eyes a slight smoky effect. She finished my makeup with pale pink lipstick. “There we are, perfect.” Amber said before going to the closet to get the dress. It was a powder blue silk dress. It was floor length with a slit up the right leg to the midthigh. I got up and walked towards it.

Maybe one of the empty rooms in the left wing? Blue- too far from Luna Sarah and I am allergic to the palm trees outside the window. Xander- oh yeah, alright I will move beta Steven. They could use the privacy. Black- is this a yes ? Blue- yes, but only if I can still visit. Black- you will be a Luna, you can do as you wish. Blue- if that's all, I have to go! Xander- Tonight at 8 in my office don't be late! Blue- yes alpha.

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."

The night seemed to blur around him as he drove, his only thought being reaching Lily before it was too late. Lewis burst through the doors of the Blue Diamond Club, the pulsating music and flashing lights enveloping him like a living entity. The air was thick with the smell of sweat and alcohol, the crowd a sea of moving bodies that seemed to writhe and twist to the rhythm. Saturday night was in full swing, and the club was packed to the rafters.

At 2am in the night a group of people dancing like hell in the club they all were drinking, smoking and dancing.... Just than a hot and sexy girl enter in the club she is wearing short knee length one piece black in color her hair was brown her eyes was blue she was very attractive..... All the boys in the club just wanted to jump in her..... She came forward and looks around the whole club..... Just than she sees one handsome man were in sitting in the corner and drinking juice..... She start walking towards him and

I still wasn't looking at him, and for a second, I hoped I hadn't crossed the line. Instead, I heard his low chuckle. "Okay, my fuck toy," he said. "I'll leave you alone, for now," with another chuckle. Watching out the car window, I saw us pull down a busy city street. I knew this area was touted as a playground for people with too much money; several prosperous nightclubs and casino hotels were located here. I saw we were slowing as we came up to a neon-lighted club. Club Blue glowed from the sign above the door in dignified blue letters as the car door was opened. A uniformed security guard took my hand as I stepped out onto the curb.

I had wanted to be an artist, because of my undying love for the Arts and he, a pilot. Right now, Bryan had become too handsome for my piece of mind, his face was finely chiseled. His eyes, that truly captivated me-Prussian blue, dark yet so bright. I have always been fascinated by the color blue, ever since I was a child. My parents used to tell me it was a color of tranquility and calmness. My mind began to wander back to that fateful night two weeks ago, where I served as a waitress at Eclipse, the city's most exclusive nightclub. I was assigned to deliver drinks to the VIP room, where the city's elites gathered.

Dark from hunger, need, and jealousy. I could not keep my eyes away. For a brief moment we locked eyes, forgetting all others in the room. I took in her appearance from the blue dress that had a heavy defined slit at the back to the silver sandal heels she wore. Fuck, I want to be inside her, fucking her with that dress on. I saw how uneven her breathing became. She was sucking on those lips. I wanted it.

Years of lunges had given her some serious junk in the trunk for a girl of her size and color. Her eyes were blue, but not the pretty, sky blue most envied. No, hers were a dark blue like the ugly cousin barely related and never wanted at the party. She had contacts to brighten the color, but the damn things irritated her eyes. She had to stop wearing them when a customer had complained she was infected with something. Because infection was simply not tolerated at The Cobra Club.

“How many people have you killed, Blue... Iris?” Her eyes suddenly widened, lips parted, then she gulped, but the gun remained pressed against my groin. “H-how d-did you know?” Her question was hesitant and wary. Huh! I could distract her. “My mom had a flower shop. Of all the flowers, she chose iris to bring home every day and placed it in my room. As annoying as it is, I liked the blue one. Your eyes are blue like an iris flower. They remind me of her.”