Daisy Ridley Eye Color の小説・ストーリー

I squeezed my eyes shut to hug her. After about a good 2 minutes, she finally let me go and moved to the side, motioning her hand towards a tall, big man standing behind her. "Finally, meet my finance Daisy , Dylan ." she said, taking the tall man's hand in hers. I smiled and turned to face him. He was beautiful…He had beautiful golden skin with a sharp jawline, greenish gray eyes, and the most endearing boxy smile with a small beautiful scar on the brow.

He took a second to catch up before giving an okay nod. "Then," Dylan shifted to face him excitedly. "what's your favorite color?" His eyes went up thoughfully, **I've never had a special attention for a color.** Following his thoughts, his eyes went back down to stare at Dylan and he smiled. ^^Gray and yellow.^^ Dylan's eyes squinted in disbelief. "You just made that up, didn't you?" He shook his head with a smile. ^^I love the color of your eyes and your hair.^^

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."

Daisy could not help but wonder. Suddenly remembering she had been feeling paranoid and overreacting since her mum’s sudden emergency, Daisy huffed and brushed it off. ‘I'm definitely overreacting,’ Daisy concluded in her mind. Unknown to her, Edward had been frozen for a few seconds when his eyes met briefly with those eyes, but he shrugged it off too. Anyone could have dark grey eyes anyway. Besides her hair was totally unfamiliar to him. And even though those eyes looked really familiar, he did not want to admit it. He had long decided not to have anything to do with the woman from his past.

daisy Daisy kept her eyes focused on her fiddling fingers, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone. She was hardly even paying attention to what the judge was saying, despite it probably being very important. The heated stares could be felt from her stand and every camera only added thousands more. Being one of the daughters of the owner of Harrington and Co, it was no surprise the arrest caught attention from the media.

Ahaz frowned a bit when he heard her. “Why not, Daisy?” He could not help but ask. And he was not in some mood to listen to her mind. Just why should he listen to her personal thoughts, after all? “Because…because, it’s wrong!” She cried and soon, she pulled away slightly. Ahaz frowned when he noticed her puffy eyes. They were red. The color of her blue orbs was mixing with the redness in her eyes, creating a bloody ocean in them. A real bloody ocean, which felt so real.

I had never in my entire life blushed because of a man, so to blush every time Rai looked at me and smiled, must have said something about how beautiful he was. I asked them about their eyes, and Damian told me they were natural. His eye color is called Cognac, like the fine brandy. No wonder it looks more orangey than Amber. I, myself, wore gray contacts as I don’t have a 20/20 vision. I was envious of their natural eye colors.

Anaya saw Daisy stepping into the visiting room and her heart tightened to see Daisy in the orange jumpsuit. Daisy’s least favourite color was orange. She even hated the fruit and anything that had to do with it. Although, she wasn’t sure now if Daisy actually hated the color or if it was just one of the myriad of lies she told her during the course of her grand plan. Daisy’s face was stoic as she sat across Anaya on the bench, her eyes looking around the room.

Then I opened the back door and looked around before stepping outside. We stood beneath the balcony, and I flashed the light around. “Look!” Daisy cried. “I told you someone was down here watching me. There’s wolf prints in the mulch covering the flowerbeds.” Victor bent over to examine the footprints. “They’re fresh. You’re right. A wolf was standing here watching you. Who do you think it was?” “It must be Amanda or her mother, Pat,” Daisy replied. “I learned today that Pat was a natural redhead. She began dyeing her hair brown when it started to turn gray.”