Master Of Blue Eyes Novels & Stories

This might sound funny, but I have seen a lot of pink and I cannot just help but fall in love with it myself. I combed my hair, touched it up here and there... then did a little bit of light makeup. Master did say that I should look beautiful and that's exactly what I am doing. Once I was done getting ready, I left the room and for the sitting room. Master was already in the sitting room waiting for me, and surprisingly... he is wearing a blue jeans and a black polo shirt... then he completed the look with a black cap. If I hadn't fallen for my master already, I would hands fallen over again.

she paused, looked at Dianna's eyes. "And his name is... Doctor Klaud Anderson." Dianna felt dumb and was speechless. She... she couldn't utter a single word nor look at her little sister's eyes. What will happen if their paths cross again? Can Dianna accept and embrace the truth that there's no way of escaping from her new Master or it would be false hope for the both of them?

Those captivating, indescribable blue eyes held an untold story, speaking volumes through their depths. "See, my heart adores it when you touch me like this," Miguel whispered, his voice infused with a tender vulnerability. The warmth of his breath mingled with the shared air, creating an intimate space between us. As he withdrew his lips, I found myself mesmerized by the depth of his gaze. Those beautiful, enchanting blue eyes locked with mine, revealing a myriad of emotions that words could not encapsulate. It was as if the unspoken connection between us transcended the limitations of language, weaving a tapestry of emotions that only our hearts could truly comprehend.

And I am so incredibly in love with her. I blush. I hate it. But I feel the instant heat crawl up my neck and settle around my ears, turning them the color of a freaking firetruck. The blue of her eyes crinkle in a way that shows me this amuses her. It's like her irises are the ocean and the sweet, saltiness of the water cools the fire under my skin.

Mom scowled and said, "What is the color of her eyes? My baby has crystal-clear blue eyes like the full moon. Even though she was born on a moonless night and didn't have a wolf, she is beautiful and very pretty. That was why Linda stole her away. That evil maid. It's why I forbade maids from working here." Mom vented her anger as she indeed hated maids. If not that we had to convince her that she was getting older and she needed an assistant, she wouldn't approve of any domestic workers around our mansion. Instead, she accepted for only men to work for her, and we had a male chef, a male butler, and male cleaners. Mom disliked the presence of any young woman. "Mmm," Dad breathed and asked,

this blood-sucking creature is unlike anyone I've ever seen. His long dark hair is tied neatly into a bun, and his caramel eyes seem to burn into my soul as he stares at me with an unreadable expression. He looks curious and surprised to see me there, but also angry, or annoyed. "I'm Ronan, your master," he says. #

From the pale blue color of the room to the way it is arranged and even my paintings hanging on the wall. "The Master gave us strict instructions to do a good job." I am about to reply when I feel the cold presence of an unknown guest, or rather of the owner of the house. Betty scurries out at his presence, leaving me to face my husband all alone. I know it is him even before I turn around to face him. "Do you like it?" It is his eyes I see first. Striking blue ones that seem like it is searching my soul. Danger lurks beneath those eyes and his lips curled up in a smirk is enough to send my heart beating all over the room.

Master says as they walk in the room. Tears begin streaming down my face as bubbles of nervousness burst in me. I didn't know why these tears were pouring out but I couldn't make any move to wipe them. " I like this blonde." the voice mutters. " Sure my lord. As you like." Master mumbles as I hear the opening of the cage. " Hello, there you little thing." I gasped looking at a young man sticking his nose to the cage to look at me. He has dirty blonde hair and twinkling baby blue eyes with dimples adorning his cheeks. He looks like a kid himself.

He’s not holding back anymore, like whatever leash he put himself on has finally snapped and he’s given himself over to his primal instincts to fuck. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you this but I swear to God your eyes are blue,” I choke out past rattling teeth. They’ve been that color for a while now but I haven’t been able to think properly with how thoroughly he’s fucking me but that can’t be normal, can it? It flashed quickly between brown and blue once and I chalked it up to the lights. Now, however, there’s no denying it. His eyes are an icy blue. Cade doesn’t seem surprised by this though. He keeps on fucking me like that’s his one mission--which I guess it sort of is.

It was the same time when the master bedroom door opened. A dark tall and handsome man with the face like the lord of the underworld was standing there. He had good dark blue eyes somehow it must be the light of the day to help her to see his eyes’ color quite clear. He was staring at her. She could see a hint of the dangerous devil flashing in those deep blue eyes It made her stood still. Stella could sense that he was not pleased to see her here!