Novel & Cerita Linger On Your Pale Blue Eyes

"Sorry mother, I lost the track of time. The garden side gate is closed I'm taking the other door. I'll join you both in just 15 mins for dinner." Anya just cancelled her call when a ball comes to her making her startled and she loses her balance but a strong arm holds her waist and pulls her closer and she immediately inhaled a musk fragrance. Anya puts her both hand on that person's chest to create some distance then looks up and met with a pair of blue-green eyes but this time those eyes were without any ridiculing or mocking. They were looking so pure that she couldn't help but become fascinated and she thinks "His eyes are so beautiful!"

From his narrow waist to the wide splayed shoulders, back down again to the contoured thighs and very pleasantly endowed—possibly too much—cock that jutted forward with full-on arousal. Elaina swallowed, her gaze fixated there, mind soaring with the possibilities. It wasn’t until the man knelt on the bed, crawling across the mattress toward her, did she venture to look at his face, the carefully sculpted jaw, thin nose, medium-thickness lips, and those eyes. They remained the piercing blue searing through her as if they possessed X-ray vision, making her shake with vulnerability. All lycans had blue eyes in their shifted form, but none like this. Elaina was certain she’d never seen eyes this

If I can get to know the color of his eyes, it will help a little in my search for him. "The color of his eyes is Icy blue," Irene said. "Icy blue?" I asked and she nodded. "How did you know the color of his eyes? Have you met him before?" I asked. Wait how did Irene know the color of his eyes, did she see the photos in my drawer? Even if she did, the photos have a black and white effects so there's no way she can predict the color of his eyes. This woman is acting strange. " There was a gentle blue glow from your belly button when I was examining you earlier. I think that's his eye color." Irene said and I wore a confused look.

Looking down I see a little blonde haired girl standing in front of me with tears streaming down her face. “Ward,” I call out over my shoulder. “I think you might want to come here.” Bending down, I place my hand on the little girl’s shoulder. “Are you lost,, sweetheart?” I coo gently. The little girl looks up at me and her piercing blue eyes cause me to gasp. I have seen this color of eyes only once before and they belonged to Lilith. The little girl has tears streaming down her face as she looks at me.

But that’s the thing about life with Ryder, you can never expect what’s gonna happen next. Tonight, Ryder and I were doing another N*****x and Chill night. We were at his room, lying on his bed, and watching Peaky Blinders from the small projector. The lights were dimmed, the air was cool, but his body was warm. My body was snuggled on top of his chest as my head rested on his shoulder. “I really like his eyes,” I commented, referring to Cillian Murphy’s piercing blue eyes. “Yeah?” he asked. “Yeah, it reminds me of your eyes,” I said as I looked up at him.

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.

She blinks and looks at him, “You think so?” He gestures to his own eyes, “Oh.” She looks sad, “Oh, Hon. No. I just mean the blue.” She blinks again and looks up at him confused. He smirks, “They are such a striking blue and I’ve only ever seen the like on Bone-Witches, admittedly they weren’t as nice as you, but that’s beside the point, Hon.” Seb stirs the bags in the large pot, trying to make sure they’re all evenly cooked.

Lina's POV I saw blue. Whenever I closed my eyes, all I could see was that exact color. It was undeniably a beautiful shade, but when it was trapped in the eyes of Riven Rykerthrone, it felt like absolute torture. Last night felt like a total fever dream, and even now that I was awake, I was still dealing with the aftermath. "I hate this," I groaned. My voice was barely a whisper, easily swallowed by the noise of the bullpen as my pen slipped from my fingers for the third time in three minutes.

Tiny lights floated through the air like lazy fireflies but when I reached out, one drifted close enough for me to see it wasn’t a firefly at all. It was an eye. A floating, glowing eye, pulsing gently like it was breathing. I snatched my hand back. “NOPE. No thank you. No eyeballs today, please.” Blue chirped excitedly,,of course she did and trotted forward like this eldritch botanical nightmare was her personal playground. “Blue! Don’t eat anything! Don’t sniff anything! Don’t lick anything! Oh goddess she is licking something...Blue STOP ..” She licked a silver petal and the petal shuddered.