Princess Beatrice Eyes Novels & Stories

Mia was nowhere in sight and Emily knew that she was probably going to be alone for the rest of the night but that didn't matter, she was having so much fun. She pulled out a handkerchief from her purse and wiped off the sweat that had gathered between her brows, she closed her eyes for a quick second to live in the moment and when her eyes were shot open they were met by the most amazing blue eyes Emily had ever seen, it reminded her of the ocean when it was calm. "Where have you been my entire life?" His voice was sexily husky, it had a deep undertone to it, it was like he wasn't even putting in any efforts but yet it sounded like every word was carefully thought off.

Beatrice said, checking the dress out. My lips parted taking in my appearance. The mascara highlighted my eyelashes and they appear longer and darker. My hair was made to form curls. “And sexy! Oh my goddess.” Eleanor completed the word and stood up. “Please pair it with this black heel, maidemoselle,” Beatrice said and placed the heel at my feet. I wore it and stood straight. “And the necklace please.” Eleanor reminded us while Beatrice helped me with it. “We are good to go, baby,” Beatrice said and I smiled, looking at them.

Her eyes, in particular, held a knowing quality, as if she could see right through their masks and into the very core of their intentions. The queen's appearance was breathtaking. Her alabaster skin contrasted sharply with her deep, dark eyes, which sparkled with intelligence and curiosity. Her hair, a cascade of shimmering black, flowed down her back, and her dress, a masterful creation of silk and lace, clung to her form in a way that seemed both elegant and predatory.

Her daintiness is a front, a cover for the beast that writhes beneath. She’s wearing a mask, but I’d know those eyes anywhere. I’ve seen them before–twice now–in person. The first time, she spilled boiling hot tea all over my stomach. The second, she’d been trying to hide herself in that grimy booth in that even grimier diner in Veiled Valley. Each time, those eyes gave her away. They’re the purest blue-green, like polished sea-glass plucked from crystalline, sparkling sand on a far off beach. Princess Maeve–soon to be Queen Maeve of Eastonia–turns her head ever so slightly, revealing the diadem resting on the top of her head, her hair woven through it to keep it place.

It bent down and left me in the room. I want to meet the queen right now, but they don't seem to want to now. A few days later I was still in the room they did not want to let me out of the room. I am not the reason itself. "Good morning .." I was on my deep thought when I heard that voice. I thought it was Sebastian, but it was the second prince. They have the same feauture except the color of their eyes. Sebastian's eyes are gold, while Edward's eyes are blue. I think on the three of them and include the king, I guess his the only one who had blue eyes. Maybe he got that from his mother.

His eyes were trained in front of him, but his pulse was quick in his neck. “Thank you.” I touched my knee to his and kept it there. How funny that no one else knew of this entire conversation we were having without them. “That’s good to hear, thank you,” I said to Beatrice. The more I looked at this woman, the more I wanted to tell her all my secrets and listen to her advice. Her hair looked brown but was auburn in the light, and her pale green eyes were pools you could drown in. I wondered what kind of magic she possessed, because there was no question that a spell was being cast.

the green eyes draws me in everytime! • Too bad she has a boyfriend! • Even if she doesn't? You think you can ever get the attention of any of these girls? They're too richly spoilt and can't be impressed. As usual, Beatrice was last. Her skirt is even worse than Zenni's. Thanks to the fishnet covering her nakedness, but she's too beautiful to even look away from. She smiled with her lip corners, but even the smile is cold. • Beatrice Wolfe,The damn queen!

Dressed in matching navy blue robes, they were nearly indistinguishable from each other, save for the slightly mischievous glint in their identical eyes. The second carriage's door opened to reveal the Queen Mother, a figure of regal poise and timeless beauty. Her silver hair, streaked with grey, was styled in an intricate updo, complementing her sharp grey eyes. She was dressed in a royal purple gown, the rich fabric shimmering as she moved with the dignity befitting her status. The third carriage brought forth Princess Mariel and Princess Rose, both stepping out with the help of servants. Princess Mariel let her long, silver hair flow loosely down her back, with two delicate braids at the

Beatrice shifted her gaze to Vanessa who was giving her an irked and irritated look as she moved closer to Ben. 'I never knew she use glasses," Beatrice thought after scanning her dress, she was putting on a peach blouse with white trimmings on the color and nude pant trousers which complements her milky skin. Her short blonde hair was packed in a ponytail, and small silver dot earrings with a thin silvery necklace matched her transparent heels. 'She looks nice,' Beatrice thought still staring at her before noticing Vanessa was giving her a weird look with one of her brows raised questioningly at her.

“Isn’t it fun?” She then giggles, twirling thrice like a graceful ballerina. With her black dress that is made from silk, laces and adorn with black painted butterflies. It shines under the ray of the bright full moon. Marking her beauty that sure enough resembles the original she. The only difference is that, Beatrice has a jet-black pair of eyes and short shoulder length wavy black hair. Adorn with a black laced butterfly. Completing her look with a choker black shoes, knee high white socks, silk black long gloves and an ember brooch in the middle and above her chest.