Chords For Behind Blue Eyes Novels & Stories

and gently pulled Katleya along. When they reached the sofa, he let Katleya sit down first. The young woman wondered why he didn’t sit immediately. “Come on,” Katleya called. “Wait.” Blue took a guitar that was hanging on the wall and returned to where Katleya was. He lay across her lap and placed the guitar on his stomach. “Sing with me,” he requested. “Okay,” Katleya replied with a smile. “What song do you want?” Blue asked. “‘Lucky’ by Jason Mraz and Colbie Caillat. Do you know it?”

I asked, curiosity piqued. “Whatever you want,” he replied with a smile. I thought for a moment and then selected a piece by Yiruma. As I closed my eyes, the bow glided across the strings, my fingers moving instinctively. A few seconds later, the piano keys joined in, Nicholas following my lead seamlessly. We created the harmonious resonance of an orchestra as the distinct sounds from the two instruments blended together. When the song ended, I opened my eyes to find Nicholas watching me, his blue gaze filled with admiration and something else—something that stirred a flutter in my chest. If I didn’t look away soon, I might drown in those blue pools.

My blue hair fell beyond my shoulders, representing everything I was destined to be rather than being the object of youthful awe. As I fixed the silver circlet Alpha Derek had given me for the mating ritual, my hands shook a little. The thought of him made my heart skip a beat. Prophecy and duty had entwined our futures as we grew up together. I had noticed the tender grin he kept for me and the warmth in his black eyes, even though our interactions had always been professional and closely watched by the pack elders. I was startled out of my reverie by a gentle knock on my door. I called and said, "Come in," hoping to see my mother for some last-minute counsel.

She— She’s the blue of a lightning strike Of ink-stained dreams in the dead of night She’s the bruise I’d wear again The one who tore me open, then Blue like the ink that I wrote her in Blue like the bruise where I let her in Blue like her van parked under the stars Blue like the silence that tears us apart I never meant to say goodbye But she’s the best blue in my whole damn sky Yeah, baby, she’s my favorite kind of blue I’d paint her into every line Give up the name that’s meant to be mine Damn the plans, forget the cost I’d rather lose it all than feel her lost Blue like the ocean between my lies Blue like the truth behind her eyes Blue like her laughter tangled in sheets Blue like the lo

he murmured as he reached her after walking down the hill, “you always seem kinda shy and quiet.” “I tend to overthink things,” she spoke quietly, staring right back into his eyes. “And as you can tell, my parents aren’t the best, so I’ve learned to keep my opinions to myself.” Nodding, Ramsay mumbled, “Yeah.” This was the first time Emmie had seen Ramsay standing in the direction of the sun. His eyes that usually confused her were so clearly readable in this bright light. Sometimes they looked green, others blue, but staring into them right now, she finally saw them clearly. The darker green was spreading from around the pupil, ending about one-third of the way out and replaced by an even l

My eyes met with a cold ones “Get ready by 7:00 pm we are going out,” he said and left. Is that it? Just one sentence a lone tear fell from my eyes which I didn't know when they fell. He thinks he can talk to me whenever he feels like. What have I gotten myself into. **

Like I was his favorite flavor and he was savoring the memory on his tongue. Jesus. The song changed to something stupidly popular and half the damn club swarmed the dance floor. Suddenly, I was sandwiched between them, heat and sweat and bodies pressing in from every side. Dark’s hands locked around my hips. Blue Eyes caught me against his chest. And then it was just the three of us again like they’d created a barrier no one could pass. Blue Eyes lifted my hair, slow and reverent, and his lips brushed against my ear. “Have a drink with us.”

That was better. Noel hated pears but liked the sound they made when sliced. Talia slept best if one sock remained on the floor beside her bed where she could see it. Jonas still checked for his green marble. Althea still angled chairs toward exits, although sometimes now she forgot until halfway through eating. And M.M. eventually took Blue off her wrist. It happened one afternoon while she was washing her hands for paint. She placed the cloth beside the water jar, rinsed the color from her fingers, dried them, and then forgot to put Blue back on.

Arzhel snarled, rolling his eyes And then, when the turn came to Derick, he did not respond either. He came to a halt before me, looking at me for a moment. There was something in his eyes-something I couldn't interpret. It wasn't just teasing; something more profound. His eyes, and I could feel the pounding of my heart. He strode past, leaving behind in the air the traces of him. As he walked by Arzhel, Arzhel, ever the brat, could not resist a parting shot.

Oh no. “What's behind you?” He asked. “Nothing,” I rushed out, maybe too quickly. “What are you holding behind your back?” he asked, taking a step forward to me. “Nothing,” I replied too quickly again. He took another step closer. “Show me,” he ordered. “No,” I shot back while taking a step back too. His eyes darkened. “You’re hiding something.” I laughed. “You don’t get access to every part of me just because you raised me!” I spat out.