Blue Pearl Eyes Novels & Stories

Despite its age, the leather was untouched by time, showing no sign of decay. Carefully, I unfastened it and was instantly blinded by a radiant blue light. Inside, nestled against the fabric, were two perfect blue pearls. They reminded me of the eyes in the drawing. They shimmered unlike anything I had ever seen, their glow softer yet more mesmerizing than any treasure in my collection. My fingers trembled as I picked one up, feeling the weight of it in my palm. It was cool to the touch, yet it pulsed faintly, as if… alive.

Why is he insisting on being friends if he is looking at me like this? “The blue of your eyes look breathtaking with the red surrounding it.” He says and if I wasn’t already red, I would most definitely be now. “It is unfair that you are this beautiful when you have cried.” He says, but he is one to speak. Even with his eyes red and puffy, he still looks tanned and sexy as fuck with his green eyes having a glossy shine to it. The blue in his eyes is lighter, making it look like the ocean and forest came together and is dancing in patterns that only they can understand.

“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

Her soft and pink lips trembled as tears leaked out of her closed eyes. Her eyelashes were long and made her green eyes look breathtakingly beautiful. Now that her eyes were snapped closed, Andreas had the urge to see them again. Those were definitely the most gorgeous green color he had ever seen. It was weird, how he felt something for this little sacrificial lamb of his. She was just a child and yet she was evoking foreign emotions in him. He had never felt this way, before. As soon as he realized what he was here for, he gritted his teeth and pushed his gun against her set skin, brushing it and almost breaking it. He was quick to snap out of his thoughts.

I turned off the shower but I still couldn't get his scent off me. Wrapping myself in a robe, I went to my closet to pick an outfit for my interview tomorrow. I didn't want to be late. I needed this job. I ended up chosing a deep blue straight gown and a pair of red heels. I laid in bed and wrapped myself in blankets trying to sleep but I couldn't. Everytime I closed my eyes I was met the same set gold eyes. Haunting me and pulling me away from sleep. By the time it was 6am in the morning, I had gotten little to no sleep and my eyes were dull.

Hazel Eyes Anastasia Perry, an elegant figure at 5'10" with striking blue eyes and flowing blonde hair, stood amidst the bustling city sidewalk. Her cobalt blue pantsuit radiated confidence, while her honey blonde hair was impeccably gathered into a sleek ponytail. The world outside was a whirlwind of activity, but Anastasia's focus was on one thing – her wristwatch. Time was slipping away, and she knew she had to hurry. Her job interview at the prestigious Pinnacle investment banking organization was scheduled for this morning at eight, and the stakes had never been higher.

Her amber eyes turned red. “Alya?” he gasped. Alya was singing that tune. The words were not understandable but the song was calming him down. It did not affect him the way it was affecting the other men but he knew that it was due to the power of the pearl. Alya was slowly approaching Heath’s boat. Still singing the song, she plopped up on his boat, staring directly into his eyes. Her tail was glittering brighter than the moon, swaying slightly as she kept on singing.

A blonde girl with big blue eyes walks in _" Hello, my name is Poppy, I would like to work for the lady because the money is super attractive, it's like more than what I get from hookups in like 6months" "Next!". _" oh...well, give me a call whenever you feel like having fun".she winks at me "Please leave". Next was a beautiful dark-skinned lady "Hello my name is Yemi, I'm Nigerian, and I think I'm capable of taking care of Miss Violet or was it Mrs?, anyway, I can cook, clean, whatever". I nod my head "That's great".

He saw the mouth open and closed a bit before he heard a whisper, “My eyes.” “Yes, yes,” he said before continuing to unwrap. Her entire face was visible then, she was bald with no hair, her skin which was pink like a newborn baby, but when she opened her eyes it was not of this world. Her eyeballs were milk-white, her iris was gold and the center was violet. “Your eyes,” he said looking at them with astonishment. “What?” she asked in another quiet voice.

The kind that says I see you and I am glad and this is everything and I will not make it weird. When she pulls back her eyes are doing something. "Do not," I say. "I am not doing anything," she says. "Your eyes are doing something," I say. "They are fine," she says, blinking rapidly. "Completely fine. Dust." "Hackney dust." "Notorious for it," she says.