Green Eyed Celebrities Novels & Stories

His gaze was overbearing because of the tornado of emotions that were whirling in his eyes. I found myself looking back into his mesmerizing steely grey eyes that had specs of deep greenish silver. Something I had never noticed before. Perhaps we were always at each other's throats to share eye contact. His eyes were like storms with dark clouds. Loud, demanding, arduous, fascinating, compelling and hypnotic. Very hypnotic because the evergreen alert Arianna Charlotte Reynolds didn't pay heed to him coming into my personal bubble.

She could sense someone or something watching her, it was a weird presence and she couldn't quite pinpoint the position as it came from everywhere. 'Who could it possibly be?' Katie wondered, her eyes narrowing as she looked around. Her thoughts raced to make sense of the situation. But a voice interrupted her thought. "Katie," Oprah called. “What are you doing?" "Oh it's nothing, just taking in the view," Katie replied but Oprah noticed her unease. “Hmm, I don't think so. Maybe I should just take a peek,” Oprah said and her eyes glowed silver. Oprah was a Mindflayer and could read people's minds but it required eye contact, so Katie hurried to hide her face.

And when I say stupidly handsome, I mean, he’s the kind of handsome that would make a smart girl go stupid and also make that smart girl do stupid things. I could imagine doing a lot of stupid things with Adam. A guy like him could make a girl like me lose my damn mind. He’s so intriguing, and his eyes are amazing. They are the most intense blue-green color that I have ever seen. They’re practically turquoise. His eyes are like an infinite pool of water, a place you could easily get lost in and never once get bored.

My body wanted him so badly and I could see the same desire in his eyes. I could clearly see just how beautiful his eyes are. They were a golden color with green hits here and there, so bright like the sun, the green shone like an emerald. Around his iris was a dark green line that fade into gold. The pattern in his eyes looked like a galaxy, a whole other world.

"Whoa, Luke, linda has your psycho eyes." "Really? Look at me," Miles asked with a curious expression. "Whoa," was all he said when they looked over. "Let me see." Luke gently held Linda’s chin so she looked into his eyes. The moment their gazes touched, she realized why his eyes were so comforting before—she had never seen anyone with irises quite like hers. They were barely green on the outer rim, but that hue was quickly overtaken by a yellow tint with red and orange specks that almost looked like fire. Most people were weirded out by it, but she liked that she wouldn’t be alone in that, at least for the next year.

My makeup was soft but striking, my green eyes sharp and entirely unbothered beneath a pair of oversized tortoiseshell sunglasses. ​As I stepped onto the terrace, the soft clinking of champagne flutes and the low murmur of high-society gossip instantly ground to a halt. A dozen pairs of eyes—belonging to some of the most prominent, elite wives of European and New York tech and oil moguls—turned to stare at me.

"At least you’re not pining for Morgan." Grayson's phone buzzed again. Red: I can't wait. His pulse kicked up. Phone sex with Red while imagining those green eyes, that red hair spread across his pillows. Wait. Green eyes. Like... Joy's. No. Joy's hair was brown. Plain, mousy brown. Grayson's thoughts stuttered to a halt. Joy's eyes were green. He'd seen them a hundred times across conference tables. Focused, analytical, occasionally flashing with irritation when he pushed too hard. But they were fiery, not sultry like Red's. Red had the look of a woman who wanted to be fucked and hard.

It turned out to be the news, the last thing I'd want to watch on a normal day but this was desperate times. Playing on the news is actually footage of a business interview. Something about one of the youngest CEOs in the industry closing a deal with some big international investor. I groan in my head. I pretend to pay attention until the camera shifts to show the man being interviewed and my mouth gapes. He’s gorgeous. And he's answering the questions with such confidence and charisma that you can't help but be drawn to him. Red waves styled perfectly, soft freckles dusting across pale skin and his eyes… God, his eyes are breathtaking. They're an icy shade of blue that’s so unbelievably str

My expression was a solid mask of sophistication; everything was flawless. “A lovely day, everyone. I am Eden Noles.” My hands were clasped in front of me, a straight expression allowing nothing to be seen on my face. “You took your sweet time.” A voice like no other called out, and my eyes drifted to the one that smelled like life and death wrapped in one box with a red ribbon on it. In a second, I found myself staring into the world’s most beautiful eyes ever. The left eye resembled sunset, a cross between an alluring yellow and orange that made me wonder if this man was handcrafted by the goddess herself. The right eye was midnight black, with what looked like an ice blue split in the iri

It was as if something was living inside them. I must’ve been staring, because Eira shifted uneasily, lowering her gaze. “You saw it too, didn’t you?” she murmured. I blinked back to reality. "Are you referring to the green in your eyes?" Yeah… I’ve never noticed it before. It’s beautiful, Eira.” She smiled faintly, her tone turning thoughtful. “It’s something I got from my father. My mother and grandmother both had green eyes, but this halo… only those with the gift of prophecy have it.”