Heart Of The Blue-eyes Mga Nobela at Kwento

I closed my eyes, trying to regain control of my emotions, but his piercing blue eyes flashed in my mind. Oh, those blue eyes. I had only heard about how mesmerizing they could be, but seeing them in person was a whole different story. When my hazel eyes met his intense blue gaze, it felt like a magnetic pull drawing me in. His eyes instantly became my favourite feature about him. It wasn't just the colour, but the depth and intensity they held. I got lost in those eyes, unable to look away. They were truly captivating.

He just stood there, stoned up. “You okay?” he asked softly. He was surprised at the softness of his own tone. He didn’t know he still possessed it. His heart suffered another delicious jolt when she lifted her eyes to lock them with his. He wasn’t prepared for the electricity that surged through him when her enigmatic orbs met his. The soft hue of her orbs had sunk to a deeper blue. They held a glimpse of heaven in them. He didn’t deserve heaven but he couldn’t not crave for his heaven, for his cielo. Damn her eyes. They were looking back at him with so much innocence, not realizing the havoc they were bringing upon his poor heart. Those big, blue, powerful eyes. The mighty mafia King found

For a brief moment, Kaya felt like every single thing around her had frozen, as soon as those extremely pale blue eyes came in contact with her golden ones. Her heart dropped to its lowest beating. She wanted to tear her eyes away from his, but didn't know why she was still looking into those piercing azure eyes.

“I’ll be right back. And – thank you.” I hated that I felt bad for leaving him. I hated that I missed him, his strange, charismatic behaviour and those bewitching blue eyes. I hated that, even as I wound through the eclectic selection of worn tables, I could picture those eyes: bright blue at their centre, clear as the sea on a summer’s day, and so dark at their edges that they almost looked black, a perfect blur joining the two. They were like the dusk, the last rays of sun before the night drew in. I hated that, somewhere buried, deep down, I thought that he might have been right about me.

Possessively. I barely have time to process it before I find myself crushed against a body that is both familiar and entirely foreign. The heat rolling off him is scalding, his muscles rigid as if his own body is fighting to contain something monstrous within. I tilt my head up, my heart slamming against my ribs as I stare into eyes that are no longer amethyst. A sharp gasp slips from my lips. His irises—no, his wolf’s irises—are a breathtaking electric blue. Not just blue, but alive, crackling with raw, untamed power. They look like an ocean during a thunderstorm, a vast, endless abyss laced with lightning.

"Women in the village told stories of how the man washed up our shores, almost drowned and drained and injured severely. I was making rounds in the village to take note of the crop growth and market activities when I saw him first. His blue eyes were the first features of him I noticed." "Blue eyes?" Danika's asked curiously. Kamara nodded, her eyes dazed in memory. "Very blue. Deep blue, like the sea. A lot of people has blue eyes but only few has one so deep it can easily captivate." "Like the King's." "Huh?" Danika shrugged, "The king's eyes are that same deep blue." "Yeah. I noticed immediately I stood in his presence. But unlike the king, that man stole my heart."

"So, her vision matters, but mine doesn't?" "She's depressed now. She can't see, and she doesn't want to live anymore. How do you expect her to make it through this when she's so fragile?" His heartache for Josie was practically oozing from his eyes. He continued, "You're strong, Hazel. Besides, I'll care for you for life, even if you've lost your eyes. You can't sit by and watch a young woman die just like that, can you?" He'd looked at me earnestly, but I hadn't been moved. Ultimately, he'd heartlessly kicked me out of the car, allowing the rain to drench me.

I just need… Blue eyes form behind my eyes, I close mine tightly willing the image to disappear. I open my eyes quickly and flip Bailey over, looking into her dig doe browns. I wildly buck into her, but her face becomes blurry and the image of a blonde with those electric blues comes flooding back skewing my vision.

“I will hold this moment, this evening, our flight, our moments here, your hair and eye color, even the feeling of your wings hitting my face, in my heart. Right here. All of this is happening here. I am coming to find you in real life. I won’t be able to stay away from you. I need to see you for real, I need you in my arms.” She giggles again and she holds my hands. We stare into each other’s eyes and her blue eyes turn purple in front of me, making me shake. “How did you do that?” I ask with a smile. “My eyes change according to what I feel. Blue is happy, yellow is surprised, green is jealous, black is sad, red is angry,” she explains. “What does purple mean?” I ask, staring into her purp