Indigo Eyes Maeve Hazel Novels & Stories

She opened another drawer and discovered a file of writing notebooks bound together with pink silk ribbon. Angela took out all of the notebooks and untied them. A small album sits in the middle of the notebooks. When Angela opened it, it revealed some photographs of a lovely young lady. "Esmeralda," Angela said quietly. And she could feel something in her eyes as she stared at it. Angela had never seen such lonely, beautiful eyes. Esmeralda had the same length of curly hair as Angela. Angela chose a blue small hair clip and tucked her forehead strand behind her ear, just like Esmeralda in the photo. She sighed deeply and rummaged through the drawer again when the door swung open, revealing L

This was the first time I had seen the child with her eyes fully open and conscious. I froze. I didn't know why, but as I looked into the girl’s eyes, a strange, prickling sensation traveled up my spine. They were hauntingly familiar. They didn't have the soft, hazel warmth of Ophelia’s eyes. Ophelia’s eyes were the color of autumn leaves. These eyes were a startling, piercing green. I shifted my gaze rapidly between mother and child, my mind working through the genetics. Raymond Vorthas had blonde hair and dark blue eyes. Ophelia had blonde hair and hazel eyes.

Blaze and Aiden look at me with concern when I mindlink with them to let them know he feels off to me. "Hey. This is Aiden, my mate. And those two are Blaze and Kane; my security detail." I don't like the way he keeps looking at them. He's looking at them as if to commit them to memory or trying to get a read off them. For just a second I swear his eyes flash a hazel color with more of a golden hue. I blink and they're their same deep chocolate brownish color.

“I think you’re one of the favourites.” I shake my head at her, as if to hide my blush. “Hardly.” “Well it’s true,” Linda says, taking a chair off me to prop it on top of another. “Most Loyalty Pack members eyes always turn out hazel at birth. The fact that you got green was pretty lucky.” I wouldn’t say luck had anything to do with it, but I don’t say anything. Mother always told me my eyes were my selling point. For that, I almost resent them. Anything involving her I’m spiteful about. I can’t help it.

Taking a quill, she delicately dips it into a pot of gelled ink, then gently applies the ink to her lashes, adding a touch of definition and allure to her eyes. Meanwhile, Madissa confidently takes her place at her desk, not needing a mirror to guide her. With a keen sense of instinct and touch, she begins her makeup routine. She opts for a captivating pinkish purple shade with hints of gold, accentuating her natural radiance. As for her eyes, Madissa chooses a combination of pinkish purple and delicate golden hues, perfectly complementing the enchanting depths of her hazel and yellow eyes. After considering adding gelled ink to her lashes, she decides against it, allowing her natural beauty

"Yes, I have. When you would come over, I'd sit on the couch and pretend to watch the television but really, I'd just stare at the way the light danced off you as you concentrated so hard on those damn bills." "Oh…" I whispered. "What else do you find this average?" he prompted. "My eyes." "Yes… brown you called them. They aren't, you know?" "They're not?" "No, your eyes are hazel. You may not see the green and gold in them, but I do. They turn this bright green when you get pissed or scared. Or they soften to gold when you're… let's say happy," He ended in a wink that told me what he really meant by that.

Aléjandro Any pain in my arm was immediately forgotten as a wave of red pinkened Mia’s otherwise pale skin, floating up her chest, to her neck, and coloring her cheeks. Waiting for my reply, she veiled her gorgeous eyes. Their usual hazel shade morphed with her declaration for a change in rules, darkening her orbs as they swirled with a deeper, richer green hue.

"I love your contacts! I never thought about putting a different color in each eye, but I will definitely be trying it out now! You look so badass!" "Thanks," I reply. "These are not contacts, though. I was born with these eyes." "No way! That is even more bad ass!" she says excitedly. "My name is Hazel, this is Marc," she says, pointing to the boy next to her. He looks vastly different from her, like what you imagine a surfer dude to look like. He has shaggy, sandy-blonde hair, pale blue eyes, tan skin, no piercings, and a few tribal tattoos on his arms. Hazel is dressed like a goth chick, while Marc looks like a preppy boy. I wonder how they became friends. Perhaps we will become close and

Here stood my source of joy and strength. His eyes, like two shimmering hazelnuts, gazed up at me with a deep, ancient wisdom. Their golden-brown rims and mossy green centers sparkled with a sense of wonder and curiosity. Flecks of brown, green, and gold danced across his eyes, glowing with a brightness that seemed to hold a secret truth. It always amazed me because neither his father nor I possessed such captivating hazel eyes. While his father’s eyes were a deep forest green, mine were pure obsidian with a hint of shimmer that his father often mistook for tears. Though Tristan inherited some features from me, like the shape of my face and lips, he bore little resemblance to his father, lea

He looked up and towards the teacher, and I got to see his eyes were somewhat green, possibly hazel. Hazel eyes are my favorite, they’re the color that Dani has, and she always catches me staring at her and she teases me, saying, ‘you’re staring into my soul again, Aurora.’ We laugh about it, but I find the hazel color to be fascinating. Someone with hazel eyes could have any color possible. Green and blue, green and brown, green and gold, and then they change depending on what you’re wearing! It sounds fun to me, to have hazel eyes. While I love my blue orbs, a part of me envies those who have multiple colors in their eyes.