Blue Pearl Eyes Mga Nobela at Kwento

She asked. “Yes.” Elira nodded. “I saw…tiny blue pearls in a pool of water.” “Blue? Blue pearls don't exist within the five kingdoms.” “I swear, they were blue,” Elira said, glancing at Kaelric’s gift on her nightstand, the white three-stringed pearls. He must've taken it off her after she passed out. He must’ve been petrified like he was when she first fainted during his banquet, however, she wondered why he wasn't here with her.

She was so sweet, they said, so kind, so beautiful and so genuine, as warm as her golden-brown eyes were in the basking light of sunset. His eyes were blue. Icy, cold, intense: a blue so dark it was almost a new colour. They were focused eyes, hard eyes that slashed at her softness. They absorbed everything, those eyes, picking out details that tried to scurry away and hide like beetles, only to be revealed by a hand plucking the stone away like it was nothing.

Chapter 6 He was waving his hand while wearing that huge smile on his lips. Right from where I am right now, I can totally see how perfect Sean Cohen is. He even removed his sunglasses, which made me see the delight from those alluring eyes. Did I mention how good his looks are? From those thick black brows and to his almond eyes that were perfectly paired with his thick eyelashes. His nose was not pointed, but it was perfectly shaped. His thick heart shaped lips were naturally red that could probably seduce every woman.

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—"

A voice behind me. “Did you see her eyes?” “They’re blue.” “No way. Are those contacts?” I froze. My eyes. At Covenant, they were ammunition. Emma had mocked them endlessly, calling them “ice chips,” “unnatural,” “attention-seeking.” She’d made me wish they were brown, ordinary, invisible. But here— “Blue like glass,” someone whispered in awe. “Like the ocean.” “Pretty,” another added. Heat rushed to my face. I kept walking, but something inside me shifted—tiny, hesitant, like a seed daring to sprout.

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.

The black eyes I once loved were now making me feel ashamed of myself. How can I be so dumb? How can I not look past this fake face? I close my eyes. I can't look in his eyes anymore. The pure evil. He himself is devil. He is king. He sigh and got up. Leaving me alone to my thoughts. My eyes again fall on my bloody hands. Slowly the images of jack flash in mind. I was grounded. My parents suddenly decided to bring a guy in my life. How awkward they behaved. How mumma used to cry in front of me.

said the woman laughingly. I'm still sitting and silent about this confusing atmosphere. The woman then turned her body to look at me, that's when my eyes were opened because I was staring into the woman's eyes. The woman's iris is different, one is blue, and the other is red. I swallowed roughly my saliva, "Kayla?" I said sadly

"Your eyes are crystal clear sky blue on better days — when the sun shines through them. But on the days you're feeling intense emotions, they become a swirl of midnight blue with swirls of clear teal. It gets dark when you're feeling something strongly, it gets more translucent when you're feeling free or lighthearted. Perhaps the best thing to do would be to apply a mix of brilliant blue and midnight blue and then cover it with an earthy shade of cobalt and ultramarine, yes." He smiled at me, his eyes looking like pools of crystal clear water. "Go on, I am coming to love this more than what I had initially expected." I smiled, dragging the ottoman closer to the canvas, as I carefully lined

He looked effortlessly elegant in his deep blue velvet tuxedo, and his presence exuded charm and charisma. As the bidding began, Veronica set her sights on a stunning white gold necklace adorned with a mesmerizing blue sapphire pendant and sparkling white diamonds. The piece was a true work of art, and she knew she had to have it. As she placed her bids, she found herself engaged in a playful back-and-forth with the handsome stranger. He kept on outbidding her and each time she turned to look at him he would give her a wink.