Novel & Cerita Linger On Pale Blue Eyes

She turned and squinted, staring at me. “What are you doing?” I asked, feeling a burn in my cheeks. “To see if you are Lunalust.” Uhm. What? “I am clearly not.” “Well…” She continued gaping. “She has fuller lips.” Yeah, because I overline them. “Her eyes are bigger…” Because there’s something called make-up, Amber. “And they are blue…” Contacts. I have never been more grateful for contact lenses. “See?” I shrugged. “I mean, I’ll take the compliment; she’s hot.”

~Derek~ After texting James from Celina’s phone, I looked up to see her reading his reply. A warm smile bloomed on her face, and suddenly, my heart thudded inside my chest. So innocent and somehow familiar. As she looked up, her grayish blue eyes twinkling with childlike excitement, I froze. For a moment, another face, which was once the reason for my existence, overlapped with Luna Celina’s face. My breath hitched as I stared at the face that looked so similar to my Lily. Her eyes were not the sky blue shade that I remembered but a deeper blue, but still, that dimpled smile was almost the same as the one I once yearned to see. Was it possible?

I felt the cool whisper of his breath against my lips. I shook my head. “Just a second,” I needed to rein in my thoughts. I felt his finger press up against my cheeks softly. “Look at me,” He repeated. And this time, against the warning in my head, I pulled my eyes open. My vision was blurry with tears. And through the fog, two intense ice-blue eyes came into focus, and they were all I could see, all that mattered. Lorenzo's eyes stared deep into mine. Searched through mine. His ice-blue eyes darkened all too knowing.

They were a striking shade of beautiful blue, like deep sapphire pools, reflecting the tranquillity of the morning sky. Embarrassment flushed through me, my cheeks warming with a blush as I stood there, caught in the midst of my clumsy mishap. Yet, his expression softened, and a warmth radiated from his beautiful blue eyes. They held a tenderness that made my heart flutter, a connection that spoke of shared moments and unspoken emotions. Even in this vulnerable state, his eyes conveyed a reassurance, as if to say, "It's alright, Nesta."

Then a loud crack was followed quickly by a heavy thump as something—or someone—hit the floor. Panicky, Evelyn thrashed feeling a hand upon her upper arm that was quickly withdrawn. “Okay. It’s okay. Miss, please. You’re alright. He’s not going to hurt you. I won’t let him.” Opening her eyes, she stared into he most startling blue eyes she’d ever seen, then realized abruptly that they were not entirely unlike hers. Stanley Laurel’s on-screen comic performances and his humble characterizations did much to disguise his handsomeness in person and black and white film could never have captured the splendor of his blue eyes. Suddenly, she understood how women fell for him. How they fell hard.

Ivon clearly ignored her outburst and looked behind him finding Ben and Lada standing there. Ben looked suspiciously disappointed after seeing Lily after he unexpectedly made an eye contact with her, she indeed remembered Dara a lot but he was disappointed at the fact that she really didn't have Dara's emerald eyes. She had crystal blue eyes, there was defiance and stubbornness in them right now contrasting what Dara had. Ivon looked back at Lily and walked near her, when she tried to step back he held her arms in a tight grip roughly jerking her in his arms making her gasp out, he leaned his face closer to her whispering.

True gold — like something that had never belonged to earth. Their eyes were worse. Blue, but not sky blue. Not ocean blue. The kind of blue you only saw in glacial ice or the center of a star. Their father’s eyes. Even if no one dared say it out loud. Lily learned early that the world feared what it didn’t understand. She learned it from the way villagers went quiet when she walked past. From the way animals either bowed their heads… or ran. And from the way her sister looked at her. Luna was beautiful in the way moonlight is beautiful — cold, distant, untouchable. Blonde hair, pale blue eyes, skin like polished marble. People adored her.

Daemon’s POV He hadn't changed a wink since the last time I saw him, which was years ago. He was still tall and lanky, those bright blue eyes taking the room with such ease, rare to find. He had always been that way, taking on life with such excitement. "Balor!" The name fell from her lips easily as he crossed the space. That was when I noticed the flowers in his hands. Tulips. Not exactly Annie's favorite, but there was no way he could have known that.

The group exploded in bewildered murmurs around me. "What?" With my voice barely audible above the escalating commotion, I managed to murmur. A woman emerged from the shadows as Derek turned away. When I saw her, my breath caught in my throat. Her eyes and blue hair were exactly like mine. She reminded me of a mirror, but there was cruelty in her smile that I hoped I would never see in myself. Derek said, "Everyone," and put his hand on the woman's shoulder. "This is my real mate, Angel. "The actual chosen one."

It was the same shit every time we bumped into each other. “Leah”. Lacey gasped placing her hand on my arm. “Your eyes are blue”. “Yeah I know”. I frowned. “No like ice blue”. “What?”. I grabbed my phone from my purse and turned on the camera. Sure as hell they were bright icy blue. I wasn’t sure what was going on. “Someone’s wolf has finally made an appearance”. Jack. I swallowed the lump in my throat. I didn’t feel any different. It wasn’t like I could feel her.