Dark Amber Eyes Romane & Geschichten

“Do you really want to go down this path again?” I dug my nails into his arm and glared at him. “You know what I want to do, but since that isn’t going to happen and I’m not going to tell you anything, why don’t you let me stuff myself with the sandwich and then you can stuff me with your cock.” He blinked at me, his expression sliding back into neutral as his hand relaxed. Those brown eyes of his studied me for minute, as I studied them. I’d never really noticed the multitude of shades. Amber, chocolate, flecks of gold, and in the center a rust-like color.

And when I looked at her eyes, I couldn’t stop myself from standing up and my interest perked up. Her eyes were mesmerizing, glowing with a rare shade of molten amber that caught the light like liquid gold. They held an almost feline intensity, sharp yet soft, as if they could see through every hidden thought. Flecks of honey and sunlight danced in her irises, giving them a warm, hypnotic glow that made it impossible to look away. Framed by dark lashes and bold brows, they carried both mystery, the kind of eyes that linger in a person’s memory long after they’ve looked away. I dismissed the warrior and walked towards her. The tugging in the back of my head was now tugging in my heart.

She leaned into him, her forehead resting against his, their eyes locking in the dim light. Eamon’s gaze was intense, the deep amber of his eyes catching the light and holding it. There was a faint red ring around his irises, a subtle hint of something lingering beneath. Liliana noticed the way his eyes seemed to darken as their movements slowed, the amber shifting to an almost black shade, like shadows swallowing the light. She had seen it before, that change in his eyes, and it had intrigued her from the beginning. As their bodies stilled, the room filling with the sound of their mingled breaths, she couldn’t help but ask, her voice soft, “Your eyes… They change.”

Massive, muscular shoulders stretch the fabric of his dark designer shirt, and intricate, dark tattoos crawl up his thick neck and wrap around his powerful forearms. But it’s his eyes that completely pin me in place. They are a striking, piercing amber color... intense, calculating, and dangerously cold. But he's so hot! In fact It should be a crime for anyone to be this attractive! For several seconds I simply stare at him and my lungs forget their purpose.

I say quickly hoping he will just go away. "You mean Austin Stone?" The blue in his eyes match up with mine and I cringe when I think back at the time when I was eight years old and grandma slipped and told me that I get my blue eyes from my father. I remember being so excited, I had a part of him with me. Now when I see them in the mirror I wish I had my mother' beautiful green eyes. "What do you want from me?" I ask. "Just to give you a warning. I don't like threats but you, teaming up with the trash that rides on motorcycles for a living, is a threat to me girl." His face contorts into anger.

she raises her eyes until they fix on me and denies “Don't worry... those who saw me only saw a girl leaving flowers on several graves...” I sigh and stand up “Max, don't disobey an order again...” his body tenses and he looks at me defiantly "You can't give me orders, Dark…" He smiled sideways and snapped at him in a cold tone.

Their names are Amber and Isaac, they were already besties and I guess wanted to get to know me and I guess now with Margot it makes three. Amber is not your typical friend. With her dark skin which she inherited from her African father and Italian mother and olive eyes she could be a model but her attitude is the interesting part and Isaac seemed to notice that. In fact, they both look at each other a way friends don't look at each other. Perhaps something more and I understood that pretty quickly. Isaac may seem intimidating with his 6-foot figure, defined face structures, pale yet gorgeous skin tone and dark brown eyes but he looses all common sense when he is around Amber.

The beauty of the moonstone illuminating symbols and the different shades of wolves’ eyes. Surreal. I don’t bother channeling my wolf’s eyes though. Draven is useless in the dark. He has black eyes. I’m the one with the hazel eyes. And they’re still useless in the dark.

The urge to protect Amber somehow gave me a little strength. I dragged my feet to the restroom. What my eyes saw when I arrived there was so surreal. I widened my eyes in shock as my body became stiff. I couldn't believe what my eyes were seeing right now. Amber….. she looks totally different. Could it be that dad was right….. She was standing mid-air. Her body was glowing silvery blue. One of her eyes is silvery in color while the other is golden. Her hair is also silvery in color as it cascades down her back, and she looks gorgeous. She looks different…. Powerful….. totally powerful. That powerful aura was coming from her. Being close to her, it's weight is draining me.