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Her lips had been painted in it. Blood red.

I heard his deep voice in my mind. "I think I'm fainting," I said before I fell unconscious. *** Ryk's eyes are red, Ryl's eyes are brown, while Ryn's eyes are black, but the combination of them is gold.

She pulled at his shirt to push him away but he resisted, he was strong, stronger than she was and she could not get him off her, so she closed her eyes and allowed her body take the pain, then she felt some kind of relief and his body pulling away from hers. Her mouth hung slightly open and her head spun. He smiled at her, she could see his tempting red lips but his face was a blurry mass. She gasped for air. “...red is a dangerous color on you, Lyra…” She breathed. “My lady…?” Her eyes opened slowly and her vision was a bit blurry but she noticed the girl beside her. “My lady, you’re finally awake.” The girl turned to someone else standing behind her and gave an order. “Go and call the Lor

of yourself. Lora was a divine work. Her full lips, covered in a glossy layer of gloss, welcomed the glass with grace. The blue eyes were innocent, but they also carried malice forged in hell itself. The few freckles on her face gave her a certain charm, complementing her angelic appearance. - "What do you want to know?" the redhead asked. - "What do you want me to know?" - "Honestly? Nothing. Next to your life, mine is a shame" she smiled as she said it, but the gesture didn't reach her eyes. Evans noticed.

Red hair said and when I looked, she had a sneer on her lips but that wasn’t what caught my attention. It was her face. She was beautiful, very beautiful, even with the sneer that tried to mar her features. Beautiful red long hair, beautiful blue eyes, beautiful full red lips. She was dressed in a sleeveless tube top that had her beautiful cleavage on the show for everyone to see.

His were trembling, so I steadied by placing my other hand over his hand, pulling him closer. “This has to stop,” I whispered, tears welling in my eyes. “What do you mean?” His voice coming out so soft it almost sounded like a whisper. His own tears rising to the surface. He looked at me like he always would when he gazed into Coraline, and I recognize the tenderness his eyes showed. His eyes were no longer blue, but flaming red, which saddened me more than I would admit. His hair a hundred times lighter than his dark midnight hair, representing his determination to stray away from the very path he had promised with Cora. But that is not what she would have wanted.

I ran my fingertips over a tube of bold red lipstick before applying it to my lips, gazing intently at myself in the mirror. The vivid hue stood out starkly against my pale complexion. My red hair cascaded down to my shoulders in loose curls, framing my face. My dull blue eyes reflected back at me from the mirror with no sign of life or feeling. A smattering of freckles dotted my nose and cheeks, uninvitedly adding some color to my otherwise drab tone.

Erick watched as Ronnie took off towards the woodlands. He had never seen anyone quite as beautiful as she. Her red hair fell messily around her shoulders and down her back reminding him of wildfire. Her skin was fair, but her features were naturally bold and bright. Her lips were tinted a cherry red, and her eyes were the color of a malachite stone.

Then pure and simple, loving perfection. Honey coloured eyes. Long blonde hair that was probably beautifully curled half an hour ago. Raspberry lips, slightly puffy but smiling at me like no woman ever has before. Her skin is soft, pale and creamy. The room is basic, brown and sparse apart from the few oil lamps she has lit.

He captured my lips gently, the plump nature of his lip gliding softly over mine, putting just enough pressure onto mine to make room for his tongue to slip through. The click of metal against the side table had me pulling back from him, and when the red hues in his eyes peeked out from beneath his hair my world stood still. The crimson shade of them had a light glow behind them that would make them stand out anywhere, but the colour was so opaque that it continued to draw you in. It was a rich texture that I imagine would feel like velvet to the touch while remaining mobile like a thick liquid. There was a question in the way he was looking back at me, afraid of how I would react to them, b