Princess Beatrice Eyes Novels & Stories

Bellamy asked looking around. " She's with the Fristers. " Sebastian said. As they walked by, the girls kept drooling at the princes while the boys drooled at Bellamy. Her brothers were the most handsome men in the kingdom. They both took after her mother in hair colour, skin, character, and everything except eyes. They had the king's eyes. They both had red hair and hazel eyes. They could pass as twins at a first since they looked alike. While she had various personalities, she looked like her mother and father and grandmother which made her beauty extra. " Hello fellow rich folks. " One of the members of the Fristers said snd they smiled. Bellamy was almost tempted to bow her head but she

she was bored without anything to do at home. Other than visiting her master and her friends at the guest residence, she had nothing else to do. “Why?” Leroy was shocked when he heard this. “I’ve seen 3 people with weird eyes that don’t match up with their species’ eyes and 4 including me.” “The royal vampire king Mateo had green eyes when he should have red eyes. The current royal hunter queen or huntress Carissa had red eyes when she should have green eyes.” “You, a royal prince of werewolf had purple eyes when you should have hazel eyes. I’m a royal princess of the witch, had hazel eyes when I should have purple eyes.”

And her biggest feature is her deep-seated gray eyes that she inherited from her mother, Ruby. However, apart from being taken aback because of Rose's beauty, Beatrice was shocked when she saw a cold, dangerous glint in Rose's eyes when she looked at her. __________________________________ AUTHOR NOTE Hello guys, I really appreciate you lovely people reading my book and I hope you enjoyed it. I apologize for any grammatical errors you might see in the book, but I've corrected the mistakes. Please patiently wait for the mistakes to change. In addition, your support is crucial to this book's success. So please vote with your Gems. Your comments and reviews are greatly appreciated too.

Name: Unknown Origin: Unknown Age: 18 Height: 5’4 Hair: Black Eyes: Combination of orange, red and amber Blood: Pure Royal Position: Royal Princess/Rightful heir to the throne Parents: King Aragon and Queen Valencia Siblings: None Location: Unknown “How?” I was the one to ask as we turned back to Zae, except this time she had the eyes that the device had described. “You can change your eyes?” Bennett asked wide-eyed.

It was a shocked thing to know that the Lord, the strongest man alive was held down because her was ambushed. That was so absurd. "Why did they take him there? Tell them to bring him here this instant!" Beatrice thundered, grabbing the sail as her heart began to beat harder in her chest. "Beatrice." They other two ladies went closer to touch her but when she turned to them...they gasped and moved back. "I'm so sorry for scaring you." Beatrice mumbled, as she sighed, running her soft fingers on her forehead as they got down the stairs. "No that's not it Beatrice, it was your eyes. They were glowing. It was silver in colour and very beautiful, just like the Lord's when he's pissed." Yuan mumbl

But no, I didn't have time to do just that, unfortunately, and the raised eyebrow of the Yates princess looked like I needed to salute instead. And I realized, I still had not extended my damn hand. Finally giving up, and with her eyebrows arched dangerously higher than earlier, she withdrew her hand and slowly - very slowly - took off her sunglasses. I subconsciously held my breath. What I saw almost made my entire being shake with anticipation. I felt my breathing escalate and my ribs hurt with the intensity of my heartbeat as I received the most vicious yet enticing glare I had ever been thrown my entire life. Her bright green eyes were captivating. They were so bright that they seemed to

I stopped stroking her when I thought I might be disturbing her. While looking at Brianna, I wondered again what my daughter would look like if she were alive. Is it possible that, like Brianna’s brown eyes, my child also had brown eyes, just like the color of my own? Until I realized something about Brianna’s eyes. - **** **** .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. **** **** MRS. BEATRICE WATSON’S POV -

Beatrice looked at me for a very long time. Her eyes were bright. Not with anger. And then, as she looked at my face, at the tears I had stopped trying to manage, something crumbled behind her eyes that I had never seen crumble before. Not in forty-one years. Not once. The composure she had worn her entire life like armour, the steel that had made her Beatrice Sinclair in every room she had ever entered, it gave way. Quietly. All at once. Her own eyes filled.

I was the famously sickly daughter of a great general. A cold breeze could make me cough blood. Unfortunately, I also had echopraxia, which made me compulsively imitative. Whatever I saw, I copied, and nobody could stop me. When I was three, one of my father's mistresses staged a hanging to win his attention. I thought it looked interesting, looped a sash around my own neck, and copied her. By the time a maid found me, my eyes had already rolled back. The physician forced three bowls of restorative down me through the night before he got me back. When I was five, my half sister threw herself on the floor screaming for candy. I copied her and stayed unconscious for seven whole days. My fa

His wolf could see the faint lines of determination in her face, the spine of steel reflected in her eyes. "Mikhail, please. Help me up." Some mechanism deep within him broke the way her lips curved around his name. "Anything hurts?" Maybe moving suddenly wasn't the best idea. Stiff muscles of legs coiled tight told him she hadn't moved in good three hours. Her brows drew tight, she shook her head. No. No damage. Her eyes held his when she grabbed him for purchase. Her eyes were pitch black, like her brother's at the moment. Only Mikhail new the awkward hue of light blue and birch-bark brown surrounding the iris. This was Beatrice alright. Her face held no bruises, her nails were another st