Maiden With The Eyes Of Blue の小説・ストーリー

“How many people have you killed, Blue... Iris?” Her eyes suddenly widened, lips parted, then she gulped, but the gun remained pressed against my groin. “H-how d-did you know?” Her question was hesitant and wary. Huh! I could distract her. “My mom had a flower shop. Of all the flowers, she chose iris to bring home every day and placed it in my room. As annoying as it is, I liked the blue one. Your eyes are blue like an iris flower. They remind me of her.”

I paced around nervously while she just laughed at me. "Calm down missy." "Calm down?, I'm meeting his mom, his freaking mother Naomi, how the hell can I be calm?" Henry had called me earlier and told me to get ready, he said he'll be at my place in half an hour and we would be going to his mother's place. "You look awesome babe." "You think so?"I accessed myself in the mirror for the third time. Naomi had chosen a blue dress that was flair from the waist down because of my stomach. It stopped just at my knees and had silver decorations all over it.

asked Mary, worried. “Marry, I know you are worried about your children, but they are not only your children but my cousins too, you are like my mum, trust me everything will be alright,” she said. “They are safe now they can protect themselves. We have one of the best warriors,” said Althea. A young girl who had dark straight hair looked up at the window and smiled at Althea, she had blue eyes. Two blue eyes came inside her mind, two blue eyes that resembled a lot with someone she thought would be the last person she wanted to remember on earth. A spark lighted up inside her mind.

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."

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.

Just as Nadine musters the courage to confidently walk into the cluster of the buildings that make up the heart of the pack's territory, a young maiden with a mysterious aura and an enigmatic presence stops her progress. The maiden's eyes, a deep shade of blue, are filled with a sense of urgency and determination as she gently but firmly grabs Nadine's arm, stopping her in her tracks. Nadine, surprised and taken aback by the sudden interruption, turns to face the maiden, her curiosity arousing and her heart pounding in her chest.

warrior like, the kind of chest woman in Marsa wanted Thier husband to have. he chuckled. my eyes went back to his face, his eyes had changed color, they were river blue. deep river blue . he seemed to be interested in me too , his eyes showed it. the way they moved on my body showed it . somehow in a sick way I wanted them to stay on me , but I was dying, perhaps in the afterlife we would be acquitted. my eyes moved from him to meet the anger in the Empress Kasan 's eyes , she saw our secret little exchange and she was not happy. I wondered why she was upset, unless the man I just eyed was her.....

Her blue eyes looked so mysterious and blue that it scared the second maid so much that she fainted. “Aiya, what happened to you,” asked the first maid. Agatha lifted her hair from her face and asked, “What’s wrong with her?” “Nothing. This maid is a chicken.” “A what?” asked Agatha, leaning over to look at the maid who fainted. “Will you please wake up!” exclaimed the first maid. She was tapping on her face. The second maid finally woke up and then she saw Agatha’s white face and her blue eyes that seemed to glow at her, and she gasped with fear and fainted again.

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."

Her daintiness is a front, a cover for the beast that writhes beneath. She’s wearing a mask, but I’d know those eyes anywhere. I’ve seen them before–twice now–in person. The first time, she spilled boiling hot tea all over my stomach. The second, she’d been trying to hide herself in that grimy booth in that even grimier diner in Veiled Valley. Each time, those eyes gave her away. They’re the purest blue-green, like polished sea-glass plucked from crystalline, sparkling sand on a far off beach. Princess Maeve–soon to be Queen Maeve of Eastonia–turns her head ever so slightly, revealing the diadem resting on the top of her head, her hair woven through it to keep it place.