Indigo Eyes Maeve Hazel Novels & Stories

“Now look at me.” Quivering, Zheira looked down, moving back even though she no longer could. Her mother put her fingers on her chin and raised Zheira’s head, but she closed her eyes tightly. “Zheira!” Knowing her mother wouldn’t stop, she blinked rapidly. A wild gasp escaped her throat when their eyes locked. At first, Zheira could only see the reflection of her eyes. Its red irises have a slit-like shape in the center and were stained with blue crystal-like particles; until, a dancing figure appeared in Melinda’s hazel orbs. It was her mother’s younger self. She was turning and humming while carrying a cute baby girl with a short golden flock of hair.

Ivy cried loudly, forcing her mom to stop in shock right before opening the glass door. Hazel raised her eyes and blinked back her tears. She cleared her throat before kneeling to Ivy’s height. “Ivy, he isn't your Daddy. I’m sure you're smarter than that.” Hazel said, trying to brainwash Ivy. Ivy looked through the glass at the man who was still standing frozen in the same spot and the same position they had left him then she turned her gaze back to her mother, “But he has green eyes– just like mine. You don't have green eyes.” She pointed out.

A dark raven fur coat and red, predator’s eyes. Unfortunately, his features barely captivated me in our first meeting, Cause I was already a prisoner to his distinct enthralling heterochromatic eyes. His right eye was bewitching wanderlust blue, and the other was hypnotic startling Hazel-gold. Xerxes was blessed by the Moon herself, as she had poured her heart into carving him.

Long running red carpet, untouchable antiques. “I-It’s beautiful,” Hazel breathed out, her attention on something in front but I didn’t bothered to follow her gaze as my eyes swept over her back. I always thought my life was black and white until I saw her in teal blue. Brown eyes. Teal dress. Vibrant and lively. Apparantely, I always thought Ezra’s blue hues would be my favourites until I met her gaze. Yes, it is.

"I think I never met people with eye colour like yours before." Gale was startled. He felt like he got caught inspecting her features. He chuckled softly before answering Julia. "They are, aren't they? They called amber. You have amber on your eyes too." Julia looks fascinatingly at Gale's eyes. "I do?" "Yeah, on the center. They are the same shade as mine." Gale informed her. "Mommy said my eyes are called hazel, and they are rare. Is that true?" Julia inquired. "I wouldn't say they are rare – they are uncommon. Your hazel, though – I think they are rare. I've never seen these kinds of hazel before. My friend has hazel eyes, but she doesn't have any blue in them." Gale explained as simply a

EPISODE 21. I WILL HURT YOU. It was not something I had wanted to notice but I did eventually. Emerald has a pair of hazel eyes but right now, I was staring at something different. The pair of eyes I was staring at was almost familiar but yet very different. Those eyes fall between yellow… orange… and gold on the color wheel. I placed my hand on her chin and raised it slowly just to stare at it again. Her eyes were definitely different. She frowned and then moved away from me gently.

Maze let out a small laugh,her cheeks flushed and her eyes sparkling. “What's your name?” Even though I thought the question odd,I still answered it. “Jordan Marcel Black.” She nodded, “and what's the colour of this beauty?” I nearly rolled my eyes as it clicked,but Maze went on. “And look,it's eyes are the same colour as yours!” “No they aren't.” “Yes they are!” I averted my gaze to hide a smile,no need to encourage her impulsive purchase. “My eyes are…greener,” I said as I turned to face her again. And with her brows slightly raised,she glanced down at the suspiciously quiet animal,as if to confirm.

Neither he had any expectations with Hazel nor he made her expect anything. Sadness flashed in her eyes when she thought about it. No expectations, yeah, she was just a prostitute, she could not expect anything from him, her fate, or from anybody else. Prostitutes have no future after all, especially in the case of love and respect. Abigail seemed to notice that sadness spreading around her beautiful hazel eyes. Both of them had hazel eyes but Hazel’s shade was the most different. It contained three colors of nature or we say leaves? The beautiful green color of young leaves and then orange shades when they get older and then soil brown when they turn the oldest. Her eyes were unique and the

♞—Lorenzo Hazel eyes, hazel cat eyes... a combination of brown, green, and gold. I have never seen a woman with such eyes. They were unique, almost attractive. They were one of the best indicators of how much trouble she can be. They're piercing, intense, and honest. They show a lot of things, but they also hide a lot of things—for instance, her fear. Her eyes mesmerized me, I couldn't get them out of my mind. They contrasted perfectly well with her strawberry-blonde hair.

~Jada I’m not an easily intimidated girl. Never have been. But no one has induce a cold chill across the surface of my skin like the woman in front of me. Her eyes are a steely, intense hazel. Usually hazel is a warm, inviting colour. Not in this case. Her dark hair is pulled away from her face, revealing the sharp facial structure created by her jaw and her cheekbones. I don’t know what hole she crawled out of, but it’s clearly a very immaculate one.