Novel & Cerita Heart Of The Blue-eyes

I’m holding her like she’s mine, and it feels right, yet so wrong. She smiles sheepishly. “Thanks.” I inhale sharply as my gaze is drawn to her ocean-blue eyes. I always forget that Lia has the bluest eyes ever, so vibrant, so mesmerizing, it almost looks unreal. Panic grips me as the tumultuous pounding of my heart floods my ears. I hastily lift her, pushing her gently to her feet.

"Either than what you just told me... Hmm nothing. " She sat back down and gave me an impassive look. "Okay Blue. " Blue ... That's the color of my eyes . Why does she call me that. I feel like I should respond but I can't connect my response to what I know I should say. "Cleo ... My heart knows you but I can't connect the dots with my brain. "

The whole damn three minutes pass so slowly when my eyes stare deep into her blue eyes. If I could write poems, I would have written one for her beautiful eyes. Like really, they are the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. In this life of twenty seven years, honestly, for the first time I am staring into the most beautiful set of blue stones. They are so deep. Deep like a real sea. Their vibration is powerful like tides in the middle of the oceans. As if screaming something to me. They look so alive. So alive that I feel like my heart is beating once again.

WHILE BLUE WAS singing in front of Katleya, the girl couldn’t stop herself from locking eyes with his intense gaze. She clutched her chest, startled by a strange feeling in her heart. It was pounding rapidly—as if, like an instrument, it had lost its rhythm. She took a deep breath, straightened her posture, and forced herself to calm down. When Blue—whom everyone thought was Red—finished performing, his charm and talent left the crowd swooning. The audience was truly impressed.

A witch's magic is never truly lost. As I made my way to meet with the pack doctors, a pair of blue eyes kept invading my thoughts and I knew that until I had her, I wouldn't be able to get her out of my head.

the guy says but sounding disgusted. "That would be all Louis" the other firm voice says making my heart skip some beats, this is the lord. Louis the meanie, left the room, leaving me alone with the lord. "Baby" he says but I don't answer keeping my head low, I feel him kneel in front of me, his body heat was now closer to mine, I could even smell him. "Hey baby, look at me please," the voice says, too scared, I lift my head to look at him, I was met with blue eyes, the bluest I've ever seen, they looked like the ocean.

I collapsed onto my knees and started out to cry, knowing I could not escape. I managed to seem up and noticed a tall man. He had jet black hair and was dressed certainly but it showed off his muscular figure. He had vast shoulders and long legs as he walked towards the man who was shouting at me. I regarded at his face and seen 4 large, angry scars slashed throughout his face and his eyes appeared clouded over.... like a blue lake beneath a thick sheet of ice. I whimpered a bit as the ache in my leg spread. I saw the man's eyes snap to me, however it was if he wasn't seeing me.

She needed proof, irrefutable evidence that could bring Harding crashing down. She crept along the hull of the yacht, her fingers searching for a vantage point, a crack in the facade. She found a small opening near a porthole, just large enough to peek through. Okay, I can definitely help you continue Chapter 37 of "Heart of Stone." I'll focus on thrills, villains, and conflict, and make sure it's at least 1290 words long. Here we go!

Until he catches sight of one of her eyes poking through the glass of a picture frame that’s covered in dust and mould. He fights the urge to clean the glass, and turns the frame around to open the back. He carefully pulls the photo out. It’s a bit mouldy and there’s what looks like water damage too. What has this thing been through? He looks at the two figures in the picture. There’s an older woman, with long curly grey hair and a lot of soft wrinkles. She has a nice face, a long nose and big almond shaped bright blue eyes that looked like they might be glowing. A Witch then.

His eyes were so gorgeous they were almost hypnotizing. As we stared at each other, he slowly walked towards me. A small smile on his lips, he continues walking until he's standing directly in front of me. He grabs my hand and tugs me, wanting me to stand up, and I do. I want to know why his eyes have a small spark of mischievousness in them, I want to know why he's looking at me the way he is so I stand up without a word as I stare into his electric blue eyes.