Pale Blue Eyes By The Velvet Underground Novels & Stories

My hands trembled with the force of wanting to believe. The venom worked fast tonight. My vision smeared like wet paint. Time became slowed down and my wolf’s mocking recitation faded into something softer, closer to a memory. Behind the hum and the cold, a sound rose, not from the room but from somewhere else, like a bell. Blue eyes. Blue and impossibly awake. They flashed in front of me with uncanny clarity, the color of winter sky over glass. They held accusation and a softness I could not bear. I could see them with obscene intimacy as if someone had pressed a photograph to my eyelids.

He had found himself. He had become Blue. --- Months later, on a warm summer evening, Blue unveiled his newest painting. It wasn’t for sale, nor was it for public display. It hung in their apartment, above the couch where they often curled together after long days. The painting was simple: two figures standing side by side, holding hands beneath a sky of deep blue breaking into dawn. It was his final confession, his final masterpiece. Elijah kissed his temple as they stood before it. “What do you call this one?”

‎Because the truth was written all over me in purple and black. ‎And Elena had just seen every lie I’d ever told her carved into my skin. ‎The air crackled with the promise of a storm. ‎And I was standing right at the center, with nowhere left to run. ‎

I just need… Blue eyes form behind my eyes, I close mine tightly willing the image to disappear. I open my eyes quickly and flip Bailey over, looking into her dig doe browns. I wildly buck into her, but her face becomes blurry and the image of a blonde with those electric blues comes flooding back skewing my vision.

"Lavender's blue dilly dilly, I know you've been hurt, I know you've been scared, But your wounds will heal, honey, And your time will also change. They can cage you temporarily, they can hold you down, But you're strong and determined, oh sweetie, Trust me, they can't steal your crown." *** 'Violet's eyelashes twitched as she tried to snap her eyes open. She suddenly felt cold and her body reacted on its own, curling into a ball. She was awake, but something about her surroundings compelled her to just lay there and fall back to sleep again.

With Jesse's every swift move inside her, she couldn't help but feel the quick build-up of sweet ache deep down south of her belly. "Later," he smiled through his breathlessness, not holding back on his pace. "You feel so good." He gave her a wolfish grin and leaned down on K's lips, kissing her fervently. They ultimately decided to ignore the phone call until it stopped ringing after a few more seconds. Pale Blue Eyes by The Velvet Underground continued playing on the speakers as soon as the phone call dropped. And just a minute after, it rang again. K snorted and pressed her palms on his chest, prompting him to stop immediately. "Just answer the goddamned ph

Her eyes were jet blue and they pierced the camera lens as she glared directly into it. A chill shot through Waverly and the humming echoed in her ears again. This time it was quieter, but just as melodic as it had been in her dreams and before she knew it, the world fell black again once more.

Her purple eyes slowly opened to see only a blurry indistinct silhouette, inspiring her fear. ["Hush; You don't deserve to Die"] •••

His hand is possessively on her stomach, gluing her to his front. Her eyes meet mine, and I have to take a few calming breaths to calm down my fucking dick that is threatening to join the show. "I have a new song for you tonight, Jellyfish." The crowd screams harder, but all I see are blue eyes and toned thighs, and my brother's hand. My fingers start strumming on my guitar. "This one is called Sky Blue."

As I continued to beat his hand the doors opened, hearing the sound of it I turned around. When my eyes met his gaze, I felt drawn into his eyes. The icy blueness generated a feeling like I was being pulled into a lake of frozen emotions. It was like all the myriad shades of blue swirled together to form a whirlpool of apprehension, I couldn't understand whether this is all the alcohol's effect or not. To say that his eyes were blue was like saying that the sun was yellow. Sufficient but not accurate to capture the burning. I gulped at the intensity those ocean blue eyes held while my trembling lips whispered, "M..Mr.Villin?"