Emerald Green Eyes Novels & Stories

Finally, the saleslady said, “Perhaps we should look at another style, sir. We have a more classic collection in the next section.” “Lead the way,” he said. As we walked, I tried to focus on anything but him. My eyes wandered over the displays until they caught on something different. A pair of earrings set slightly apart from the rest. Emeralds. They weren’t as large or bright as the diamonds, but they gleamed with a calm, deep green. Peaceful. The kind of beauty that didn’t shout for attention. I stopped without thinking. They reminded me of my own eyes—soft green, the one thing people always said I got from my mother.

“Haha ok. Next question. What’s your favorite color?” “Previously I would have said blue, but now it’s the color of your eyes. I could get lost for days just staring into your eyes looking at the different shades of brown and a little green there.” “Oh, um my eyes don’t have any green though.” “Yes they do. Just a little bit and only sometimes. When your emotions get stronger there is a slight ring of green that appears on the outer edges of your irises.” “I guess that could make sense. My dad’s eyes are green so there’s some gene for it in me somewhere.” We go back and forth a bit until we get closer to the territory.

She had styled it effortlessly, with a few strands framing her heart-shaped face, drawing attention to her striking features. Her eyes were a mesmerizing shade of green, reminiscent of the forest during the peak of spring. They sparkled with an undeniable allure, and as she moved, they seemed to dance like emeralds in the sunlight. Long lashes framed her eyes, adding a touch of mystery and lending her gaze an almost hypnotic quality. Annie's makeup was subtle yet enhancing, with a soft touch of green eyeshadow that complemented her eyes and brought out their enchanting color even more. Her lips were adorned with a natural shade, accentuating their natural fullness.

Emma queried, folding her arms across her chest. "Nothing really… was just surprised." Anthony replied, staring back at her, eye for eye. This close to the redhead, he discovered that her eye was green, a deep shade of forest green. And he thought it very beautiful and rare; beautiful, rare and familiar. Yes, for some reason, he found the eyes familiar, like he had seen it on someone before. But he couldn't remember at the moment. 'Perhaps when I'm more relaxed.' He thought to himself. "Why? The statement I had recapped to you, was it what you had said?" Emma asked, hoping for accurate answers, hoping that her new food ally wouldn't be as secretive as Maya and Derek.

She called my name so clearly, that all I could do was turn to face her green eyes. “Yeah…” I answered weakly. “Are you going to be cool and hear me out?” She asked so calmly, that you would think she wasn’t the same person who just confessed to being a serial killer. Honestly, what was I thinking?! Look at her goddamn green eyes. She resembled a siren from the coldest heart of the sea the way those emerald green eyes contrasted with her pale white skin. They didn’t just contrast, they popped off it and it showed.

She held my gaze for a moment before looking away and laughing nervously. "Thank you. No one has ever told me that." "Told you what? That you have pretty eyes?" She dropped her fork and straightened. "Well, yes. My eyes have never been complimented. And neither have my glasses. In middle school, a group of boys and girls called me a witch for having green eyes." "They must have been blind. And jealous." I replied. "Emerald eyes are one of the rarest. And yours are pretty." She looked away and shyly tucked her hair behind her ear. "Thank you."

On the way back to the penthouse, I stopped at a jeweler's. I didn't bother looking at the section for men. My eyes went straight to a pair of emerald drop earrings. They were a deep, vibrant green. The exact color of her eyes when she was telling me to go to hell. I had them boxed up and sent a driver to her apartment that evening.

She was a captivating young woman, perhaps the most beautiful you have ever seen in West City. She has a perfect shape figure. She has light brown hair with curls on the end that reaches her back. It was so soft and almost liquid-like when you touched it. Her eyes are a vibrant medium bluish-green in color perfectly suited to her name, Emerald. She also got the most radiant smile. Her beauty is incomparable.

She has straight shoulder-length black hair and dark blue hazel-coloured eyes. “Hi, my name is Emerald,” I tell them. “That is the coolest name. Is it because of your eyes?” Draven asks. “Yeah, mom and dad tell me that they are the color of emeralds,” I say. “Here comes trouble.” Lyra snorts.

In fact, she didn't look like anyone I've ever seen. Not even close. Her face held a look of purity and she seemed so serene. I even forgot how annoyed I was for a minute. Just a tiny minute. Everything stopped. Her face alone was not the cause of this alien feeling. It was those eyes. She had those enchanting bluish green eyes. They glowed against her fair skin. Something twisted deep inside of me. It was such a foreign feeling. Her eyes were like a sapphire and emerald gem both blended into one, giving off an enchanting aura that spread warmth inside of me.