Maiden With Eyes Of Blue Novels & Stories

Daniella was just supposed to take pleasure in her trip to HK but when she came to know Mr. Blue Eyes, she had to revise her plan. She had a brilliant idea of how Marcus Madrigal would become useful to her. Anyway, the man was a flirt and he liked to dally, so he wouldn’t mind being used that way. She believed that everyone has a price, and whatever it takes, she would do anything to have him. “Hmmm, Marcus suits you. You look like a gladiator from the past and I like your eyes. They are blue and soulful,” she declared without holding back any reservation that a proper woman should possess.

Noah I stood by the window, gazing at the woman who might be my mother. My heart was pounding in my chest. Suddenly, she turned around and her blue eyes met mine. In that instant, something deep and ancient stirred within me. It was as if I was being pulled back in time. To a place so distant, yet oddly familiar. The room around me faded. All I could see were those piercing blue eyes, so much like my own. Suddenly, I was somewhere else entirely. The world around me was blurry and unfocused. I could hear muffled voices. A shadowy figure leaned over me, her face coming into view. I saw a pair of blue eyes, brimming with love and warmth.

Electric blue was the colour of her eyes, Innocence and fear were evident in them. Longer I stared into them, The deeper I fell into their depth of mariana trench. Blue was not my favourite colour, But it just took just one look to change it from then. Love was not experienced by me before. But those eyes forced me to fall deeply and madly in love with them. Her purity was a curse , To my evil eyes who were blinded by the light of goodness in them.

She hurries to me while I hesitate in the doorway, grabbing my cold, clammy hands in hers, her fingers smooth and warm to the touch. I can barely look in her eyes. “I didn’t know you were coming–” “I’m sorry.” I swallow past the knot tangled painfully in my throat, finally glancing into those wells of deep blue–blue like Sydney's eyes, the father of Blake, now missing indefinitely. Blue like Ryan’s eyes, whose daughter is also missing. Both are Maddy’s grandchildren. No one will mention the words “presumed dead,” at least not within our family circles, but the news is all over it.

However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.

hoping to see my mother for some last-minute counsel. Rather, my childhood friend Clara crept in. Her face was pallid, and something that made my stomach turn had taken the place of her normally happy look. "Ivy," she wrung her hands and whispered. "There are rumors... whispers among the pack..." "What rumors?" My voice was sharper than I meant when I asked. Unease pricked at the back of my neck. Clara refused to look at me. "They claim that there is another person. Another blue-haired girl who says—"

“Look at her eyes...” “They're different... blue?” “It's more than blue... there's something purple in her irises.” “They're beautiful.” “They're... strange.” Mia blinked, confused, and then saw her reflection in the window of a nearby car. Her eyes were indeed different. They were a vivid blue, with a purple-lilac ring surrounding the iris. They were silver eyes. She knew it the moment she saw them. This wasn't just a reflection of the light or an emotional effect. It was real.

I heard only one thing from their mouth, "Bride In Blue." I had become famous overnight. When we went inside the cabin to whosoever the cabin belonged to aunty was enveloped into a hug by the lady who looked probably her age. "What's the occasion this time?" the lady asked. "Adhiraj's reception." "But you had shopped for that event as far as I remember." "Yes, and I am not here for myself." "Then?" "her." Aunty pointed at me. When the lady looked at my side all she said was, "The Bride In Blue."

“Yes?” Ivan looked into the eyes of the girl he loved… like the blue of the sea cradled by the moonlit night. He loved the rain, the ocean, the river… it reminded him of her eyes; eyes the color of blue. But she hated purple… that purple eyes of his… the eyes that she feared. “Alicia, the custom of witnesses watching on the sidelines to ensure the first night’s ceremony occurs no longer exists. I got rid of it.” “…”

I curtsied lowly before the prince, his footsteps were slow and steady, and they stopped in front of me. “Mia.” He spoke in a gentle tone, and I kept my gaze on the floor. “You may stand up.” The prince said so I raised back up to my feet. “And you may now look me in the eyes.” He added and I blushed, I looked up and into a pair of icy blue eyes. His eyes were not white they were exceptionally blue and yet they made me think of snow. The prince gestured for us to sit down so I gathered my skirts before I sat back down on my chair. I looked over at Zion and he gave me a nod of approval.