Indigo X Green 18 Novels & Stories

I knew that Eros could no longer argue with me once I’d laid all the facts on the table. “I will find him for you, Xy,” he vowed all of a sudden, his blue-green eyes were holding mine. Eros had a central Heterochromia. It was a condition that caused his eyes to have two colors: light blue and deep green. The one around his iris was light blue, just like the morning sky in the summer, while the rest was deep, moss green, like the dampened grass after the rain. His eyes were beautiful and made me jealous sometimes. “Once I have my hands on that bastard, I will bring him home so you could try to do some magic on him. I am sure it would work. It worked on mine,” he still insisted.

Something Only Mine Natalie's POV The swatches were still warm from the steamer when Zoey set them down in front of me, and for eleven minutes, sitting two floors above the room where I'd left Vance an hour earlier, nothing in my life had gone wrong. “The indigo held,” zoey said, smoothing a corner flat against the table. “Even after the wash test. I didn't think it would.” “It's supposed to.” I ran my thumb along the seam, checking the stitch density out of habit rather than doubt. “That's the whole idea. ”

Till today. As I tackle Derek to the ground, I keep punching him. I’m able to get a couple of blows in before he pushes me off of him. His eyes glow amber, the color of his wolf Rex while mine glow green in the left eye and silver in the right, the color of Raven’s eyes. Just as we begin to go to each other, Liana steps between us and screams for us to stop.

But I definitely did not eye-rape him. "I am so sorry." I mumbled. Is the universe against me or something? "I wasn't looking and-" Okay, maybe I did a little bit of eye-raping. I mean, who could blame me? He's gorgeous. He has sandy blonde hair with some brown highlights. His face is just... pure perfection. Then I realised something that made me frown. Something that made memories of him come back. His eyes were a shade of forest green. Forest freaking green. Ashton. Oh god. I'm not even kidding, I am going to cry.

She raised it to their faces, trying to get them to understand and see for themselves. “If it were a faint green, that would indicate a small amount—one that isn’t easily recognizable. But it’s a very dark shade of green, and that’s a whole different color—one that signifies the quantity of the unhealthy and dangerous substance.” Freya was almost out of breath by the time she saw and understood everything. Her breath hitched in her throat, and her face had completely drained of its color. She almost fainted to the ground, but Orson’s hands were quick to grab her as she fell into them.

“Well if my couch is any indicator, I do love green. Although I’m not sure this is how I intended these 20 questions to go.Ahem. And yours?” “Green as well,” I said sheepishly. He looks at me, much like he is eyeing up his next victim. I can see his piercing sky blue eyes slowly flicker towards a more indigo color, his wolf must be attempting to take over. I cringe inside, wondering what type or turn this is about to take.

"Are you serious?" She nodded and the saleslady, who earlier was elated was now annoyed at Ligaya. She just lost a big earn because of Ligaya's strangeness. And so Ligaya and V proceeded to the men's section where clothes of her taste were located. There, she immediately spotted a black V-neck and a navy blue rounded-neck

Clara kisses his cheek, which perks him up immediately. “Okay, Maddie. We need a color scheme for the night.” I look around them all, and everyone is looking at me. “Pack colors are black and silver because of our name and the shine of the moon.” I nod. I want to incorporate that, but maybe add something else. “Your magic was deep forest green yesterday, baby.” Liam says, again reading my mind. “How about we do deep green and silver?” I ask, and Cianna makes a note on her notepad.

Then he stepped back, selected a new brush, and dipped it into the viridian green. “The cold of the gesso,” he said. This time, he used the flat of the brush, slapping a broad, wet swath of chilling green across her lower belly, where the bucket’s contents had first hit her. The shock of it made her flinch, a reaction that pleased him. “Yes. That recoil. That is the color of violation.” He painted her breasts with the same green, but in a softer wash, making the peaks of her nipples stand out like islands in a cold sea. Then, his eyes darkening, he mixed the green with a touch of black on the palette, creating a murky, depthless shade.

Here, the rain actually washed things clean. ​"Damian," I called out from the terrace. ​He appeared from the small cellar we’d converted into a workspace. He was wearing a linen shirt, the sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms that were now corded with the labor of restoration rather than the tension of the boardroom. He looked at me, and for the first time, his eyes weren't scanning for a threat. They were simply seeing me. ​"The indigo arrived," he said, holding up a small glass jar. "From a supplier in Florence. It’s pure, Aara. No synthetic additives."