Chords For Behind Blue Eyes Novels & Stories

At the same moment, his blue eyes bled into silver. “Good.”

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.

pulling her In for a hug, I rub circle on her back. “I will miss you too, and Mom too”

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

Ezra Slain Velleoti is a man that everyone wants to avoid. He's a tough enemy. A mafia boss who disapproves of almost everyone. Anyone who gets in his way will never make it out alive. Khione Louelita Silay is a woman who is socially awkward. A person who has socially anxiety and dislikes crowds and other people's opinions. She is a nerd who prefers to work and stay at home. Working as a top counterintelligence agent for the NBI, Khione was unintentionally able to uncover the dark secrets of some government officials. Khione desperately wanted to flee, but she couldn't until they killed her, and Ezra, the notorious Mafia boss, was the only one who save her.

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.

She opened another drawer and discovered a file of writing notebooks bound together with pink silk ribbon. Angela took out all of the notebooks and untied them. A small album sits in the middle of the notebooks. When Angela opened it, it revealed some photographs of a lovely young lady. "Esmeralda," Angela said quietly. And she could feel something in her eyes as she stared at it. Angela had never seen such lonely, beautiful eyes. Esmeralda had the same length of curly hair as Angela. Angela chose a blue small hair clip and tucked her forehead strand behind her ear, just like Esmeralda in the photo. She sighed deeply and rummaged through the drawer again when the door swung open, revealing L