How Blue Her Eyes Can Be Novels & Stories

Walking back to me he carries me to the blankets and sits down with me still on his lap. He stares at me with such intensity that my heart seems as though it would beat out my chest. I motha fucking pussy stabbing me in the back as we speak becasue i know my panties are soaked. I swear she’s been displaying hoe tendencies, since I’ve met this man. Blushing at suddenly feeling uncomfortable because of my pussy’s betrayal. I turn my head just as I hear a low growl, I snapped my head back in his direction where I swear on everything his eyes flashed from dark brown to silver then back in an instant. “Your eyes do they change color?” I asked getting closer to him to inspect. “Sometimes when I’m

I say instead of answering his question. He searches my gaze for a moment. "It's the curse of blue eyes. They change with what color I'm wearing. My mother loved it, and I wanted her beautiful brown ones. She and my father had brown eyes but his mother and sister had blue." My words come out breathy as I try to control my breathing. "A recessive gene. They're beautiful." I don't think he understands that his eyes change with his mood. "That's exactly why I hated them as a child. Boys should not be beautiful."

"It's nothing serious, I was just wondering about the first commander his eye was blueish but demons are only supposed to have black eyes." "In your realm, do your people have two colour eyes?" She nods. "Well, when people have two colour eyes it usually means they have special abilities, like black and blue that means the person holds the power of a lighting sword." She looked at him shocked, how did she not know this. "How has no one taught you this, you must have read about this in one of your books." She shook her head. "I'm afraid I haven't, what about my eyes? They turn hazel-green and silver randomly, my eyes have never stayed the royal silver-moon colour."

Now I know he is furious that he cannot enjoy the beauty he has under his roof. What a beauty she is. I doubt she has any idea she is one of the rarest women in England. I have done my share of Seasons, balls and grand houses but she is spectacular. Those eyes are so blue, never have I met someone whose blue eyes are warm. They are sea-coloured, as are a thousand other women of virtue, but there is a depth, a warmth paired with the deep blue hue.

Hope so. My eyes traveled higher. Eyes. Oh my God, her eyes. Icy blue. Did I have any favorite color? ‘Cause man… I just acquired one! A thought subconsciously crossed my mind. Oh, our children will certainly have blue eyes. I let my train of thought guide me years ago when Annelise was explaining about eyes and their colors.

In fact, she secretly liked the gentlemanly nature of Emmet, who has ever been respectful and well-mannered, something Nezeira admires in people. "Yes, sorry, I don't fit well in gatherings like this.", Nezeira apologized. "It's alright, I like peaceful places too, like this one," Emmet said looking at Nezeira with the utmost affection, something she never reciprocated. Perhaps for Emmet, she didn't have to. Her straight, seemingly emotionless face appeals more to him. He stood beside her and asked, "Princess, your eyes. Why it is blue rather than red? As far as we all know vampires have red eyes."

“Look at her eyes...” “They're different... blue?” “It's more than blue... there's something purple in her irises.” “They're beautiful.” “They're... strange.” Mia blinked, confused, and then saw her reflection in the window of a nearby car. Her eyes were indeed different. They were a vivid blue, with a purple-lilac ring surrounding the iris. They were silver eyes. She knew it the moment she saw them. This wasn't just a reflection of the light or an emotional effect. It was real.

Bianca turned over on the bed as though the silk beneath her could not contain the restlessness in her bones. Her limbs tangled, her breath came shallow and quick, and her thoughts moved like knives precise, hungry, and unstoppable. The moon outside painted the room in a cold, indifferent wash of light, but inside her chest a different light had begun hot, dangerous, and greedy. My son has blue eyes, The thought pulsed through her like a promise and a threat. Blue the color of storm-tide, of things that did not belong, blue that belonged to legends and lineage, to masters who recognized blood and wanted to own it.

“Sure.” “Your eyes, did you inherit them?” She makes a face. “From Mom’s side. Her father had them. Dad had gray eyes and blonde hair like Uncle John.” Whom I have met. “Why do you want to know?” Could Brian be lying? Logan clearly adopted his eyes from his father … like Ilkay. Maybe it’s their mom … My skin crawls just thinking about that. “Just curious,” I say, voice thin. “Okay, now that you’ve proven the trifling fact that blue eyes are in our DNA, let’s get back to THIS.” She vans the envelope back and forth, waiting for permission to open it. But it’s not the blue eyes I’m worried about.

Even her eyelashes were dainty. The memory of her gazing at him slammed into his mind. He knew her eyes would be blue, beautiful, with flecks of yellow. He couldn’t remember where he’d seen them before but it was a certainty that would be what he saw if her eyelids parted. His hand on her throat relaxed.