Peach Blossom Eyes Novels & Stories

It was a beautiful morning. Spring was approaching so it was inevitably a little chilly. A girl with beautiful black hair sleeping on the soft feather like bed. Her lips had a silly smile with her cheeks turned in a angry colour of red. "Jenne! You sleepy head wake up!!" There goes my precious sleep again. She thought as she open her eyes and sign. Why is when even I am about to see that man’s face I have wake up from my dreams? she closed her eye again.

My caramel eyes look back at her hurting blue eyes. Blue? Her eyes aren't fucking blue! Daisy has brown eyes! Sweet chocolate brown eyes. I blink a few times and check again. Hoping that I wasn't seeing anything and just needed glasses. But no. Her eyes stayed the same. I look back at her sad blue eyes. They are blue. Her eyes are blue.

This is creation unleashed. The flowers loom, towering like gods, their heads heavy and swaying. Petals curl in on themselves, ribbon candy dipped in oil, shimmering with colors I have no names for. Mauves that burn gold at the edges, blues so deep they go violet, then vanish. Some shift when I look directly at them, pulsing and breathing, resenting the attention I’m lavishing on them. Burning starts behind my eyes, the sting of unspent tears blurring my vision. I blink it away hard and fast, not wanting to miss a single second of this moment.

I could only stare at him. "You have the prettiest eyes I've ever seen. It reminds me of my childhood. How green and fresh and dewy the grass was early in the morning. My mom loved it, always made us walk in the grass barefooted. Said it connected her to nature. Your eyes, they remind me of the feel of her hand holding mine, her laughter, the feel of the grass under my feet. The morning air, all the warmth and love in our home...y-you remind me of all that. Everything I've missed." Then he kissed me on my cheek, and I felt it then, a lone tear falling on my neck and sliding down. "Thank you, Flower."

she comments as she takes the money from Chase. “I couldn’t agree with you more,” Chase says taking the flower from the lady before giving it to me. Smiling I take the rose from Chase and give it a smell. It is such a beautiful rose, and the peach color looks stunning against the petals. I ask the lady if she knew what the meaning was behind the peach rose and the reply, she gave me seems fitting for this new adventure Chase and I are going on together. “The peach rose means sincerity, innocent affection, care, gratitude, and warm feelings.”

She was everything I had dreamt of, beautiful indeed like a cherry blossom, her cheeks had a tinted peachy hue to them, which was natural because she had no make-up on. Her hair was like silky tendrils of midnight, long, shiny and beautiful. Just the way I liked for they were a reflection of my own eyes, sharing the same deep hue. They embraced her shoulders and cascaded down to her slim waist and I wondered what it would feel like to bury my nose in them. Run my fingers through them, have her trace them on my bare skin. Her verdant eyes were mystifying and held a world of secrets, like a hidden forest that needed to be explored. They shimmered and gleamed with a variety of emotions. The sec

It gave me a more lucid view of my look. However, I was startled and began to be fully awake when the image of myself suddenly became different. The face was the same as mine, but the appearance of this woman looked fierce and strong. Her hair was in a chignon style with blue and white highlights. Having tiny white crystals at the end of the eyelid's upper portion, these connected with aqua blue and white highlights. Those deep blue eyes shined like a pearl in the ocean. Her lips were in plain peach-skin in color.

Her deep blue eyes bored at it interestingly, and strangely it provided the comfort she never had A small smile was formed on her adorable face as she tucked a lock of her long blonde hair at the back of her ears. Her smile was unique and innocent, she was as beautiful as the tiny red carnation flower that grew at the skin on her back. She gazed for long seconds at the Moon without even blinking once, the Moon's image reflected in her eyes as her blue eyes glowed. She instantly felt a surge of electrifying sparks in her bones, spreading like a wildfire from the spot on her back that was covered by a red carnation flower.

I step aside to let him in and he leans down to place a gentle kiss on my lips as he passes by on his way to the kitchen. I’m sniffing the flowers as I follow him into the kitchen. “Where in the world did you find flowers in late January?” He turns to me with a smile. “They are called Winter Aconite and they grow wild in my territory. Every time I see them, the beautiful yellow color reminds me of Artemis’s eyes.” At that, Artemis pushes forward to show off the color of her eyes. Liam steps closer to me, putting his hands on my hips, his eyes darkening with Cyran pushing forward. “There they are, those beautiful eyes that I love.”

She smiled awkwardly as she caught a glimpse of her mirror, not knowing if Sebastian would notice the change in demeanor. She decided to add a trace of makeup to complement her natural features. Her cheeks were touched with soft rosy blush, and her lips were ornamented with a delicate shade of light blue that matched the color of her gown. Her eyes were made to glow like stars in the night sky with a touch of shimmering makeup. With just a slight touch, Rose was looking as beautiful as ever.