Green Gray Eyes Novels & Stories

I ask her. “Your.. eyes changed colors.. They’re green now.” Oh, “Yeah, I have color changing eyes. They are blue when I’m happy. Green when I’m mad. Brown when I’m sad. And grey when I’m horny.” I tell her with a smirk. She seems impressed. “Wow, that’s crazy cool! I wish my eyes changed like that.” She grins at me. Shit, me too! So I really knew what you were feeling about me. And she’s so beautiful. I forgot what the hell we were talking about before... Oh well.

"And what can that be, Hillary?" His mysterious chameleon eyes, changed from dark to gray which indicated that he wasn't annoyed anymore. But I wasn't so confident as gray didn't say much. If it had been emerald green then I'd have been more relaxed, as green signified that he was happy. A strange man, indeed.

Yep, good thing she’s got that shirt on, or I’d have to rip their eyes from their sockets. Because I’m watching her, I see her frown, her head tilting to the side as she watches Dr. Stevens. I crook my finger at her beckoning her forward as Dr. Stevens leaves the room. “What was that look?” I ask, realizing that my mate’s eyes are a grey-green color, almost sage. My eyes are green too, but not as dark as hers. “What look?”

As he stepped forward, catching the moonlight full on, my breath caught in her throat. The first thing that struck me was his eyes. They were the color of storm clouds, stormy grey flecked with flecks of jade green, and they held an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. They were eyes that had seen too much, too soon, eyes that held secrets as deep and dark as the night sky above.

I say trying to calm her. Elsa and I are more than friends. We are more like sisters, we both stand at a height of 5'9 with golden hair, the only difference is our eye color. Hers are a light brown shade while mine are a very deep shade of green. Most people think we are sisters but we are both just two orphans that met one faithful day, fell in love with one another and became inseparable ever since. My mind is brought back with a mocking laugh behind us, I turn around and find Samuel.

This close, I can see that her eyes were originally bright green, but her illness and the drugs have made them dull, filling them with brown flecks. My head begins to spin, and I try to fit the pieces together in my head. Mom and Dad both have brown eyes, and no one else in my family has green eyes. When I was young I did wonder where my green ones came from. Restlessly, I get up and pick up the picture. I gaze at it wordlessly. My grip on the picture is so hard that I’m surprised the frame does not shatter. How young and pretty she was then. My entire world feels as though it has lurched under my feet as if I’m struggling to stay upright.

He held a vicious glint and blood lust while hers, terror. Green against the grey. And just like that his eyes held hers and stared into her green eyes. He goes blank as he looked at the teen in his arm. Her teary eyes looked into his as if she had accepted her fate. His grey eyes widened slightly, clearly mesmerized by the beauty of her green orbs. His eyes make a quick assessment of her face. Tiny freckles scattered all over her nose and by its sides. Those small brown dots on her face looked clear as fresh tears kept constantly rolling down her face. Her cheeks flushed and red. She had a small pointy nose.

I retorted but it sank into my thick skull that I had lost my right as the elder sibling. She burst into laughter before snapping at me. “Sister? We are nothing alike. You will never be like me, no matter how much you wish to. Look, even our eye color says it all.” I looked into her black eyes that said everything about her personality. While I, on the other hand, had bright green eyes just like my Father. The brightest green eyes anyone has ever come across. The exact shade was only found in my Father's small family that consisted of his Father, his Mother, and him.

She got her fathers' unique eye colors. Aurelia's eyes, a delicate reflection of the genes she had inherited from her fathers, held a unique charm of their own. They glistened with a mesmerizing shade of bluish gray, like the tranquil surface of a calm sea under the moonlight. Within the depths of that serene shade, delicate specks of gray danced like stars in the night sky. They were beautiful. "Well, come here, my angel. It's my arms you wanna be carried, don't you?" Kazimir cooed.

Paul asked casually. “No. She’s normal. She’s so normal that I’m afraid the buyer might find her boring. Oh…her eyes are a different color from one another. I don’t know if that’s an issue or not. If you don’t look too closely, you can’t really tell, but one of her eyes is green while the other is a hazel brown…” Monica replied honestly before chuckling a little to herself. “A defect from birth, huh?” Paul murmured as he scratched in chin in thought.