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he smiled, feeling the first real amusement since he'd arrived in Scotland. "What?" Pietro's voice was still weak but getting stronger the longer the untainted blood had to work. "Your regenerated eye...it's black like Mac's." Pietro frowned, closed his eyes and then opened them again. His expression asked a silent question and his friend's smile just deepened. "You're not shitting me?" Brown was his dominant eye colour though they were flecked with green to create the hazel hue. Or they had been until he'd lost his right one. "My eyes are different colours? Fuck!"

he clears his throat, gripping my cup to turn it, inciting me to finally drink from it. My eyes jump back, locking with his. “Your eyes. I saw them red, but now…” He smiles, closing his eyes in a long blink before he reopens them to look at me. “Yes, I use lenses in dark colors to cover up my natural eye color as red eyes tend to freak people out.” “So, you are wearing them now as well?” I ask, looking back and forth between his colored irises. We stay silent as he waits patiently for me to finish checking him out.

Chaos said that made their friends tease them and she felt like her cheeks were being heated up. “Math Gregor.” A tall and handsome man with a hazel brown eye. “Orville Jones.” The other man said that is beside Math. “Reagan Harris at your service.” The other man beside Blood said he also has a unique eye color just like what Chaos and their other friends have, he has a grey eye like Death and Peace have while Chaos have ocean blue olor of eyes. “Lucas Millson” the man beside Reagan said. “Vix---” Vix tried to say but Chaos made him stop.

“Yes, but we’ve drugged him enough to keep him out for a while.” “How was he?” “Disoriented, as expected.” “Could he remember anything?” “No.” I wasn’t surprised. It was worth a shot. “What color were his eyes?” Naineeve blinked, as if confused. “I beg your pardon?” “What did his eyes look like?” She paused, brow furrowed. “Like, blood shot, you mean?” “Nevermind.” Deidre had been telling the truth. Naineeve would have noticed if Jack’s eyes had turned gold versus their normal dark brown color. That would be impossible to miss, and likely impossible to feign confusion about, too.

“Well, I couldn’t promise that.” “What?” “Nevermind, but expect to see my face often Jada Young. I’ll go ahead.” “Put ice on your face, it’s swelling.” He turn his back, but before he could take three steps away, he turn his back and face me. “Why does your son's eye color looks like that when Martini’s eyes were blue and yours were hazel nut brown?” “Oh never mind, don’t answer it. I’ll find my own way to answer that question.”

Angry, I turn under my heels and mention bending down, and that's when I realize that the man shot and with his face formed by ripples - certainly from the beating he had taken - has opened one of his swollen and purplish eyes. The eye is shaken by a grotesque dark circles, dueling with the color of its iris of an intense green, dotted with amber tones. I venture to say that this is the most beautiful color I have seen in my entire life, and I do not fail to notice how the subject's brown and long hair perfectly adorns his genetic beauty. In addition, I can't tell if the cracked lips on an extensive scar, and the twisted nose at a strange angle live up to what I can see. Anyway, I'm not able

Y0urM1n3 “Mm sounds beautiful, and your eyes?” LuvNHugs “Green, really green.” Y0urM1n3 “Perfect combination Angel, I have blue eyes and well mostly Dark brown hair, I’m afraid there’s a few grays in there now.” LuvNHugs “I’m sure it’s wonderful, works for George Clooney right? Y0urM1n3 “You’re very sweet, you like Clooney?” Well of course I’d drooled over Dr Doug Ross in ER just like every other hot blooded woman.

His grip around her body tightened and he pulled her more into his figure. When they broke the hug, Jack looked into Jenny’s eyes and suddenly smelled the musky scent of the jungle from her body. He sniffed her again and confirmed that she was the source of that scent. He was getting drowned in the scent. Jenny was feeling weird. Before she could ask anything, Jack’s eyes turned yellow and started glowing and the only word he said was, “Mate” Jenny gasped and covered her mouth with her hands. She had watched many of the movies and dramas. Jack’s stares were like some of them. She kept looking at him, and soon his eyes turned back. But the gentleness in his eyes was replaced by desire.

It sparkled. How could hair sparkle like that? His body looked well toned, his honey skin gleaming alongside his hair. He opened his eyes and all at once the earth and walls stilled and I gaped. And I had thought Jacob had unique eyes, this man beat the record. His eyes were stark white, no iris, not even a single trace of colour. His face was set, his jaw streamlined, his cheekbones high and his white eyebrows were arched at the sight before him. Probably because he saw everyone gaping at him like a croc.

But, handsome didn’t even begin to describe the man. Jack was tall, about six foot three inches. He had dark brown hair that curled up at the edge of his collar. His eyes were a rich, deep brown, almost mahogany, and his face had chiseled features with a strong jaw. There wasn’t a damn thing about the man that didn’t sizzle.