Miss Green Eyes Novels & Stories

She was leaning over a spread of fabric swatches, her brow furrowed in concentration. The sunlight caught the gold of her watch—a piece she’d bought with her own money, a symbol of the life she’d built without me. She looked so composed. So whole. I stood there for a long minute, just watching her breathe. My heart was a frantic drum against my ribs. I was Tristan Vance. I had negotiated multi-million dollar deals without breaking a sweat, but looking at her, I felt like a boy… like she was way out of my league. Eventually, as if sensing the weight of my gaze, Marissa looked up. Her eyes met mine through the glass. There was no warmth in them, but the ice had begun to thaw into something els

Maggie’s in a chair across from him, almost unrecognizable with greasy, unwashed hair and wrinkled clothes. He’s made her iced tea. “With a dash of mint,” he says, his tone gentle. Maggie stares ahead. There’s a dead look to her eyes. Leaves crunching. Greased palm. Black car. Maggie’s hollow eyes torment him. He misses when her eyes were alive, when they sparkled with joy, and even when they sizzled in anger at whatever dumb things he did. It’s her eyes that flicker in his mind when he’s approached.

Moreover, Louisa's eyes were now starting to feel very sore from being filled with the smoke. Brug Louisa narrowed her eyes and realized that her workspace door was open. But she couldn't see clearly, when the sight of her two eyes began to disappear, she felt a blunt object hitting the back of her head quite hard. And everything began to darken with Louisa's body falling hard on the floor of her workspace.

The Money Index must have had a good day. "Diana Camo. Looks like there are six of them in Makati. Two in the Financial District, one blonde, the other dark-haired beauty. “She had brown hair. Not thick.” "She could have dyed it. Women can’t stick to anything. What color were her eyes.” “Blue,” Elias answered, getting irritated by the broken record that was Donald’s broken heart. “It might be this one, then. The other has brown eyes. But she could have been wearing contacts. Blue ones.”

I apologized to her but didn't look back, even after I left the house. … Author Tina Nwuba: {The characters’ description. Although Jennifer has short red hair, the real color of her hair is blue, and it's also a shortcut. Also, she has light blue eyes, but her eyes are currently red due to contact lenses. While Joanne has purple hair and warm brown eyes. Lastly, Grace has blue hair with black eyes}

A few seconds later, the girl from Unit 602, Demi, replied in the group chat: [It's mine!! My limited-edition Dior makeup set! It cost $200! I was literally about to go downstairs and grab it! How is it gone already?!] The chat instantly blew up again. [Another package missing??] [@management are you guys seriously not doing anything about this?] [Who keeps stealing people's stuff?] I messaged Demi privately and got straight to it.

"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!"

"Don't enjoy being thanked?" "Not by hysterical crying women." Looking at this hysterical woman up close, I notice that her eyes are almond-shaped and a bluish green color. She's almost as tall as Reese with the heels on, but she might only be about five and a half feet tall without them. That's still taller than me...

"Sir Mark, since you are so good to me, I would like to tell you her secret. If one day you will finally meet Calla, and you see that she's not your type, do not look directly at her eyes." "Her eyes?" I repeated, wondering what sense there was in avoiding her eyes. "Yes," Cynthia looked straight at me, collecting my full attention. "She can win any man she fantasizes through her eyes." "What do you mean?" I asked, not realizing both my hands were gripping the edge of the table as I glued my eyes on her. To my frustration, she smiled and shook her head. "I'm sorry, sir. This is not the right time to tell you about it."

The crowd was dense, but I pushed through and made a beeline for the stairs. I drew nearer and the individual glanced up and met my gaze briefly before averting his eyes. I kept back a bit, waiting for them to take the first step. Another buzz. I did not even need to check my phone to know who it was. "Close enough?" I smiled and shoved my hands into my jacket pockets and leaned in somewhat and spoke a bit softer. “You the one texting me?” He didn't say anything at first; he just sort of leaned in and displayed those incredible eyes, and I definitely saw the dark iris in his eye.