Heart Of The Blue-eyes Mga Nobela at Kwento

Even when my father—the most powerful mafia boss in the South—summoned me to return and take over his position, I immediately refused. I was certain my place was with Chase. But I was horribly wrong. In the end, all I got for giving up everything was Chase's betrayal. Stroking my belly, I felt tears blurring my vision. My heart ached as if an invisible hand had seized it, the pain so overwhelming that I could barely breathe. Just then, I saw Chase return, with Lucille trailing behind him. Through the doorway, I watched as they clung to each other, locking their lips in a deep, passionate kiss for three whole minutes.

His intense blue eyes lifted to meet hers, and for a moment, the outside world seemed to vanish. Asher Kingsley was a striking figure. Standing at 6'4" with a chiseled jawline and a sculpted physique, he exuded an almost otherworldly allure. His impeccably tailored dark suit accentuated his broad shoulders and lean frame. His intense blue eyes, framed by dark, thick lashes, seemed to pierce through the room, and his tousled dark hair added a touch of rugged charm to his otherwise polished appearance. Despite his godlike handsomeness, his stern expression conveyed a seriousness that left no room for frivolity.

“I—I—.” “I know.” A wide grin spreads over his face, his happiness plain to read in his deep blue eyes—. His eyes! Frantic, I grasp each side of his strong jaw, staring into them. Gone is the eerie overtone of aquamarine that my talisman—the Forest or the Wood—gave him. These are his deep blue eyes, but now there’s a yellow halo about his pupils, like a sunburst. A saffron corona cutting into the blue like the sun does the sky on a clear day.

I was dressed in a tee-shirt that said BlaCK and a jean ripped on both knees and two little rips on the back thighs and that was all. I was pretty dressed up but I was so fire! He moved over to my side and sunk his hand into mine. ‘oof’, one of his friends said. ‘she’s a sweet one, dude is she yours? Or can?’, the guy was really fine, obviously mixed; he was dark-skinned with beautiful grey eyes reminds me of Beck. ‘hands-off, Jer’, he said and laughed. ‘this is OB’, he said and smiled at me. I looked up at him and smiled shyly. ‘now move away you fools you are crowding”, he said with finality and they moved away so we could pass.

To be honest, my libido went up, causing irregular pulses in several parts of my body. We arrived at a room. A woman with horns and red eyes flashed, intercepted. "A new girl again?" She asked. "She's not a prisoner for you to take her soul," Kevin argued without answering the horned woman's question. "So she's not my meal candidate?" I started to get goosebumps. Meal candidate? So the horned girl was going to eat me and Jack brought me here on purpose to... “Jack… who is that woman?” I whispered. “She is… she is… my wife….”

"What?" "What?"he repeated. "What?!" "What?" "What are you doing?" "What are you doing?"he stared at me with his deep blue eyes, almost drilling a hole in my soul. He looked excruciatingly handsome in his and turtle neck sweater. His pink lips were looking very soft, very kissable. I swallowed a lump that suddenly formed in my throat. For a brief moment, I imagined what it would be like to have his muscular hands on my body, to have his lips on mine.

I followed the scent till I saw myself standing in the hallway leading to the royal dining room. My eyes landed on the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. She looked like an angel, with beautiful ocean-blue eyes. She suddenly turned my way and gasped. The world seemed to fall silent around us. Neither of us moved. Neither of us breathed. I stared at her in disbelief.She was beautiful... almost unreal. Her long dark hair framed her delicate face, while her ocean-blue eyes reflected the morning light like the sea itself. She looked just as stunned as I was. "W-who are you?" she whispered.

However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.

"Your eyes are crystal clear sky blue on better days — when the sun shines through them. But on the days you're feeling intense emotions, they become a swirl of midnight blue with swirls of clear teal. It gets dark when you're feeling something strongly, it gets more translucent when you're feeling free or lighthearted. Perhaps the best thing to do would be to apply a mix of brilliant blue and midnight blue and then cover it with an earthy shade of cobalt and ultramarine, yes." He smiled at me, his eyes looking like pools of crystal clear water. "Go on, I am coming to love this more than what I had initially expected." I smiled, dragging the ottoman closer to the canvas, as I carefully lined

His eyes were a pure reminder to me of his heart, as they were as blue as ice, but something about them, called to me. Heat began to pool instantly in my core, as I stared deep into his ice blue eyes, while my chest heaved at his proximity to me. The only sound in the room was the sound of my heart beating out of my chest, as I tried to control the desire growing inside of me for him.