Blue Eyes Night Club 소설 & 이야기

Jamie was in her element as she prattled on, “Cold eyes, a piercing blue…” Suddenly, Bianca found herself picturing the man she had noticed at the restaurant, the man who had been lunching alone, but had seemed so interested in the goings-on at Dom’s restaurant the previous afternoon. “Blue…did you say blue eyes?” She hesitated and her face scrunched up as she tried to describe the man she had seen, “Like…like glassy, dead… blue eyes?” she cried. The Delano sisters and Karina, who had been standing nearby, whispering loudly, turned as one.

A tall man in black suit walked into the club and all the bouncers there rushed to greet him. His crystal blue eyes searched the whole dancefloor but he seemed not to find what he was looking for, he reached for his phone to dial a number as his eyes roam around the whole room before settling on a blonde sitting at the bar with four extra women. She looked so happy as she was downing her glass content.

He might as well as dead instead. The club was dim lighted, switching from the colors of red to purple and blue as the various laser and spot lights danced in the room along with the music blasting from the speakers mixed with the cheers and voices of the clients while the exotic dancers and others call them as strippers swayed with the melody of the song.

, he said staring at my cleavage. I cleared my throat as he dragged his eyes slowly to my face probably to make an effect that was lost to me. Was that supposed to be sexy? I ignored him and let my eyes wander lazily around the club. Paradise Club was a club for the wealthy no doubt, rich men were everywhere, their clothing and accessories an obvious giveaway coupled with the cash many threw at the exotic dancers. My breath caught in my throat as I met a pair of captivating eyes staring at me, I had never seen such beautiful eyes before. Hazel blue eyes that felt like they could see through me. I couldn’t look away.

As I wandered around the lobby I enjoyed the looks that I was getting from the few people still wandering around at ten pm on a Friday night. Normally my appearance is not all that remarkable, I am a tall , slim very attractive, brunette. My most noticeable feature being a pair of amazing crystal blue eyes that most people think are contacts. Today however I had a private showing at The Black Flame, a notorious Goth club where Black Masses are held in secret every Friday night, well secret to all but those who attend. The showing ran late and unaware there was a delay I raced to the airport without taking the time to change so needless to say I was quite a sight especially for boring old lit

With a snap. He knocked back the rest of his drink, then said, almost lazily, “Call some girls for me. Brunette. Blue eyes.” Jay blinked, a smirk tugging at his mouth. “What, like… now?” Ivan’s eyes met his. “I’ll be at the club tonight.” Jay gave a mock salute. “Got it. Blue eyes and brunettes — the cure for heartbreak.” Liam just shook his head, muttering, “Man’s trying to drink away his conscience.”

hoping to see my mother for some last-minute counsel. Rather, my childhood friend Clara crept in. Her face was pallid, and something that made my stomach turn had taken the place of her normally happy look. "Ivy," she wrung her hands and whispered. "There are rumors... whispers among the pack..." "What rumors?" My voice was sharper than I meant when I asked. Unease pricked at the back of my neck. Clara refused to look at me. "They claim that there is another person. Another blue-haired girl who says—"

I found myself enjoying the moment much more than I had thought I would The tequila was beginning to kick in I was going to have more soon As the night wore on, I found myself drawn to a stranger on the dance floor. He was tall and lean, with piercing blue eyes and a charming smile. I was tempted to dance with him but I stopped myself, I didn’t want a man with blue eyes , I didn’t want anything to remind me of Vitali “Hey beautiful, do you mind a dance ?” A stranger smiled charmingly at me, I looked at him, his eyes were brown. Perfect!

“He was breathtakingly handsome and had the most beautiful set of blue eyes he had ever laid his eyes on. The kind that got you lost in them. So addictive and so compelling he literally got lost in them. So lost in them.” “Then the boy asked the other boy what his name was,” Alex blushed as he continued. “Unfortunately the other boy was so lost in the boy’s blue eyes he just uttered ‘blue’. Then the other boy thought that was his name and never stop calling him Blue ever since.” “What?” Seb let out alongside laughter, covering his face with his palm. “Blue.” “There you have it.” Alex smiled at him. “That’s how the name Blue came to life.” “That’s so crazy and romantic I had no idea all this

"I came for the festivities, I guess." "This is the party of the year and you don't sound enthusiastic at all," he chuckles. I glance at him before saying in response, "I guess I'm not really into any of this." The bartender slides him his drink, and he watches me while drinking. There's something about his eyes that I don't like at all. I don't like how he's looking at me. This man, Blaine, is fairly handsome. His hair is pitch black, darker than Roman's, and his eyes are a piercing blue. He looks like a husky, if that makes sense.