Peach Blossom Eyes の小説・ストーリー

Standing with her arms around Patrick’s bed for a long time, the more Aimee thought about it, the more impossible it seemed. Unless Patrick has some special skill, how can he not open his eyes? She leaned down and her gaze fell straight above Patrick’s eyes. In the daytime, she thought Patrick’s eyes were beautiful, the pair of peach blossom eyes even when looking at people indifferently, but also with a hidden style. At this moment, looking at the small mole on the end of his eye, Aimee felt even more special and sexy. She landed on top of Patrick’s eyelids before she could react to what she was about to do.

Her eyes glinted with playfulness. Beth's eyes were a mesmerizing shade of hazel, a blend of green and brown that seemed to change with her moods, reflecting her lively spirit. Freckles dotted her cheeks and nose, adding a touch of innocence to her appearance. Her wavy ginger hair was usually tied into a ponytail.

Shama entered the gate, and all eyes were drawn to her. The beautiful pearls on her gown glistened, and the diamond set she wore perfectly complemented her outfit. The royal blue color of the gown exuded her royalty and elegance. A sparkling bracelet adorned her wrist, and a blue sapphire ring on her finger shone brightly in the light. Her eyes resembled those of a deer, with sharp corners like a knife. The dark kajal on her eyelids was like an arrow piercing everyone's hearts. Her eyes were deeper than an ocean, drowning anyone. Her eyebrows were like bows above her eyes. As Shama looked up to survey the crowd, everyone lost themselves in her gaze.

They both offered tight smiles and nodded in my direction. I couldn't tell if it was just my perception, but it seemed like everyone at this school was exceptionally attractive, both guys and girls alike. Peach, in particular, embodied the epitome of perfection. Her flawless golden skin complemented her long, straight auburn hair, which framed a widow's peak hairline. She fixed me with curious jade-green eyes.

I can't tear my eyes off of her. She has ivory complexion, with thick brown locks. She's petite, not even reached my shoulder at best. And she has breathtaking pair of heterochromic blue and yellow eyes, completed with a small nose and plump pink lips, oval shaped face, and a perfect curves. Beautiful is an understatement.

Elizabeth pulled it over her shirt, dropping it over her breasts. Elizabeth picks up a small mirror and focuses on the makeup. As she would have to use the mask, she did not want to overdo it. She made a light layer of blush and took a lip gloss, making her lips shine delicately, and with a smile, she focused on her eyes. Her eyes were honey-colored, and he had long lashes. She runs the eyeliner along her eyelid, drawing a delicate black line, and then makes a small arrowhead shape on her cheeks.

He had a beautiful Violet Eyes, his eyes were so unique, it almost felt like there were tiny pretty little stars in them. It was the first time Bella saw such a beautiful pair of eyes. Chris on the other hand was so captivated by Bella's Almond shape green flecks hazel eyes. Her lips were small and plum. It looked really soft and Chris couldn't help but lick his lips before looking her in the eyes again.

A particular shade of green resonates with the essence of nature, and in her eyes, he saw the vibrant blades of fresh grass and blooming buds, evoking memories of warm sunshine and fragrant flowers. She looked like peaches and cream with skin like that. Her cheeks, which were rosy and bright and somewhat plump with dimples, were touched by his smooth palm. He caresses her delicate nose, which had a distinct tip and a little depression on the bridge. She had lips the shape of a bow, and they were as pink as a springtime plum blossom. He was tempted by them and was interested to know how soft they would be against his lips. Blaze fondles her lips with his finger as it dangles below them.

In a blink of an eye, three months have passed and a young girl layed on her bed lost in her own dreams without moving a single muscle. All of a sudden, an old woman all dressed in black walked into the room and dropped a bunch of beautiful flowers on the round table looking down at the young girl, a sly gasp escaped her lips as the young girl jerked and she slowly unveiled her eyes and blinked her long thick eyes lashes fluttering like the wings of a butterfly but then her eyes, as blue as the sea was so calm and beautiful and yet filled with so much mystery.

Her black curls were left loose, wild and beautiful, framing her face with the same untamed fire that burned in her eyes. Her makeup was gentle yet flawless—peachy tones on her eyelids, long dark lashes, a shimmer catching the light, and her lips painted in a soft nude rose. It brought out the glow of her skin and the quiet confidence in her gaze. Around her neck rested a delicate necklace of intertwined blossoms dusted with pink sapphires and diamonds that glimmered with every breath she took.