Linger On Your Pale Blue Eyes Novels & Stories

His pale, translucent skin was sun-kissed and glowing, but the thing that got me the most was that his eyes were no longer red; instead, they were a light shade of blue that I couldn't stop myself from getting lost in. "Elias..." I murmured, standing up and taking a step. "But how?"

The girl was burning up. "Well do something to take away the pain",Riven ordered in a fit of anger and worry. Suddenly Layla screamed out loud and long and her eyes opened. Henrietta gave a loud gasp while Riven and Cade looked on in astonishment. Layla's eyes were an eeire golden colour. Just like Riven's eyes in his beast form.

The blue of his eyes clashed with my brown ones as we were suddenly thrown into a starring competition. I couldn't help the shudder that passed through me as I stared into those blue eyes that looked like they were about to devour me. Our breaths were almost loud enough for everyone in the diner to hear.

When their eyes met, the blonde killer gave Eugene a very attractive smile. The sunlight coming through the window reflected off his magnificent blonde hair, making it sparkle as if golden dust had been sprinkled. His unblemished white skin was like porcelain, and his handsome and beautiful features took one's breath away several times more than the memory from last night. And his blue eyes. Those deep blue eyes that seemed to pull you in just by looking at them briefly had such a clear and intense blue color that all the blue eyes Eugene had seen before seemed like rotten fish eyes in comparison.

"Eyes, Vivian. Look into his eyes." Taking a deep breath, I raised my gaze to meet his. The impact was immediate and unsettling. Sylvan's eyes, usually cold and guarded, had softened somehow. The ice-blue depths seemed to reach inside me, stirring memories I'd tried to bury—of our month together at the Northern Territory villa, when I'd foolishly believed this might work.

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.”

Before I could protest, she pulled me toward his table, my heart pounding in anticipation. "Hey, hello, gorgeous," Laura said, her voice dripping with confidence as we approached the man's table. I felt a flush rise to my cheeks at her boldness. The man's piercing blue eyes locked onto us, and I was struck by their intensity. They seemed to glow like crystals, otherworldly and captivating. Despite their beauty, I couldn't shake the memory of heterochromatic eyes from the previous night.

Why is he insisting on being friends if he is looking at me like this? “The blue of your eyes look breathtaking with the red surrounding it.” He says and if I wasn’t already red, I would most definitely be now. “It is unfair that you are this beautiful when you have cried.” He says, but he is one to speak. Even with his eyes red and puffy, he still looks tanned and sexy as fuck with his green eyes having a glossy shine to it. The blue in his eyes is lighter, making it look like the ocean and forest came together and is dancing in patterns that only they can understand.

She frowned, and put her head down on the table, and closed her eyes for a moment. Dimitri and Pete walked through the door, Pete went to work on the soup, Ivan whispered to Dimitri about her arms. He looked over but said nothing. Pete cleared this throat, and Jade looked up. Her eyes a pale gray, almost white startled him he dropped the bowl of soup shattering the bowl when it hit the ground. He broke his stare, and grabbed a cloth, “My apologies you're eyes aren't as gray as they used to be. It’s almost a pale white,” he whispered.

Killian Ricci asked sarcastically, his deep, rasping voice full of smoke. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t do anything but stare at him. We were nose to nose, his eyes boring into mine with an intensity that made my mouth go as dry as sandpaper. His eyes… they weren’t the unearthly gray I’d remember and recognized the night of the auction. They were blue. A very pale, glacier blue flaked with silver. I’d never seen eyes quite like his before. It was shocking, really, so much of a shock that I didn’t process the scene around me for several seconds.