Chords For Behind Blue Eyes Novels & Stories

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

In fact, she secretly liked the gentlemanly nature of Emmet, who has ever been respectful and well-mannered, something Nezeira admires in people. "Yes, sorry, I don't fit well in gatherings like this.", Nezeira apologized. "It's alright, I like peaceful places too, like this one," Emmet said looking at Nezeira with the utmost affection, something she never reciprocated. Perhaps for Emmet, she didn't have to. Her straight, seemingly emotionless face appeals more to him. He stood beside her and asked, "Princess, your eyes. Why it is blue rather than red? As far as we all know vampires have red eyes."

"What?" "What?"he repeated. "What?!" "What?" "What are you doing?" "What are you doing?"he stared at me with his deep blue eyes, almost drilling a hole in my soul. He looked excruciatingly handsome in his and turtle neck sweater. His pink lips were looking very soft, very kissable. I swallowed a lump that suddenly formed in my throat. For a brief moment, I imagined what it would be like to have his muscular hands on my body, to have his lips on mine.

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

She'd never seen this side of Ethan before, relaxed, casual, and about to perform something just for her. Ethan cleared his throat and positioned his fingers on the frets. As he began to strum the opening chords, he looked up, and his eyes locked with Jems's. He didn't break contact, and Jems found she couldn't look away either, completely captured by his intense blue gaze. Then he began to sing. "When your legs don't work like they used to before / And I can't sweep you off of your feet / Will your mouth still remember the taste of my love / Will your eyes still smile from your cheeks"

The leaves flew around them as they turned while they looked at each other's eyes. "Look out!" a kid with dark hair and purple eyes called out when the young fairy fell after he tried flying. Blue stared at the man’s purple eyes while he stared back at him. He has the same eyes like that kid... Blue thought. "Have we..." they both said at the same time while not breaking their eye contact. "... met before?" they asked. This feeling... is so familiar. … Reyan laid down my guitar after he finished playing a song. He rose from his seat and walked towards Hail who was sleeping on the bed.

Everything. His reflection in the glass stared back at him—messy hair, bruised lips, and those haunting blue eyes that had earned him his name but now looked like a stranger’s. They held stories, pain, and a silent scream he had buried for years. He pressed his palms against the cold glass, the chill seeping into his bones like a warning: nothing would ever be the same. Behind him, the sound of footsteps approached—slow, heavy, purposeful. Blue didn’t need to turn to know who it was. The air shifted when Aiden walked into a room; it was like a storm entering a calm shore, fierce and unstoppable.

I apologized immediately, the last time I saw him I was left crying in the bathroom with a bloody nose. "Look at me Enzo." He ordered, I turned around slowly, he was inches away from me, my eyes were casted on the floor. "Look me in the eyes Enzo." I can't, Carlson hates me and I hate myself for finding him attractive, I hate myself for losing myself whenever I stare at his grey blue eyes.

As I go deeper into the woods, into a deeper part that I've never been to, I stop running. I then sense something, I'm not alone. I look around and spot a huge wolf. He's looking straight at me. His wolf is beautiful, he's light grey and white with a tad of dark grey mixed in some spots, and on top of that, he is the only wolf I've ever seen with such startling blue eyes. Then I caught his scent. It's amazing, but hard to describe. I lock eyes with him and everything starts to fall into place. My eyes go wide. I can feel my wolf going crazy wanting to be next to him.

He kept his eyes open seeing her flushed face,whereas her eyes were tightly closed. The position changed and her mouth was covered by his mouth once again. She wanted him inside her yet he was letting the fire reach its peak. "Open your eyes, I want to see in those deep dreamy eyes, my beautiful."