Johnny Blue Eyes Novels & Stories

Whatever data I could process might save my life. I pictured each one of them in my foggy mind. Mr. Blue Eyes, sumptuous dark and shaggy hair with the sexiest three-day stubble covering a square jaw. Rough-hewn body with sculpted muscles. He was completely different than the hulking blond, but just as commanding, his hushed words even more terrifying than being ravaged by the blond. The foreign dude was just as formidable as the other two, a chiseled jaw, a scar slicing down from his left eye. And the tattoo.

The less contact I had with them, the better. Our next destination had no doors. It was like a kind of common room with a big flat-screen television that made a fool of the ones I had seen before at my friends' houses. They were watching a soccer game. One of the guys sitting on the couch caught my eye. He was one of those Adonis who had always made me sigh. Black hair and green eyes s bright emerald. The navy blue shirt was snug in all the right places, hinting that he had the muscles to give and give away. They warned that this person was not afraid to beat up any ingrate who got in front of him. Somehow he reminded me of G and I had to swallow the tennis ball-sized lump that had formed in

He was indeed nervous, nervous that one mistake from him could lead to his death. "What happened to the magistrate of that village?" questioned Zephyr, his eyes burning with anger. His eyes flickered between silver and red, the council members held their breath and prayed silently that his eyes won't completely change to silver cause once that happens, none of them were certain they will get out of the castle alive. "He...he was also killed by the wolves, my king," the brown-haired man answered. Zephyr's lips curled up into a sly smile, it's been so long since he had a battle and it seems like the witches would stop at nothing until they erase the existence of the werewolves and vampires. An

Or why they abandoned me as a newborn at the orphanage. Joe was a burly blonde-haired man with calm blue eyes. I like to call him ‘Whale’ for that. As in blue whale, blue and big. I shook hands with a few other colleagues, most were old time colleagues while few probably waited for the introduction part or must have heard. Maybe.

And the only time they actually touch each other. Nathalie glanced at Johannes, his eyes are dead drop as he stared at the color of his eyes. His amber-colored eyes are a breath of fresh air for Nathalie who grew up in a country with people usually having blue eyes. Johannes glanced at her, “Smile, boss.” “And get a comment that I am arrogant? Atrocious.” He ignored all the reporters who tried to approach him and when they finally entered the event, Nathalie took off her arm from Johannes. “Continue,” Johannes whispered. Nathalie looked at him, confused until she realized what he meant when she saw a couple of ladies coming their way.