Sapphire Blue Eyes Novels & Stories

I was about to lose my chance to talk to her and I couldn’t let that happen. I made my way towards her, weaving past the drinkers and dancers. As I approached her, I subconsciously held her by her arm, stopping her from leaving the counter. She immediately turned to look at me, and I was left mesmerized. Her eyes, it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen on earth, they were captivating. They were blue, like the ocean and bright like the sun. As I gazed into her eyes, I felt like I was drowning in a sea of sapphire. Her eyes sparkled like diamonds in the light, captivating me with their intensity. I was so lost in the colour of her eyes, until I heard her quiet sobs. I looked at her, a

A very beautiful young woman with silver-gray hair and blue eyes color, who seems to be around the age of twenty, came out of the arrival point of entry in country M with three adorable kids. A girl and two boys. On a closer look, the three children look soo identical. The only difference is their hair color. The girl looks so adorably cute with her ombre hair and blue eyes, just like her mother's. Her long ombre hair reaches down to her waist, and her looks were complimented with a cute baby blue embroidery Bardot dress that compliments her eyes.

boosted herself, clicked a selfie and sent it to Navi. " Not bad" came the reply. She realized it was sent to Ravi. She quickly deleted it for all but she didn't know it was already saved by Ravi within seconds. She messaged, " it as for my friend, not for you.". She switched off all the lights except the small bulb of her temple and one of her garden. She locked the house, and went to her car, started and drove smoothly and reached Mayas by 7. Ravi was already waiting for her. He was wearing a navy blue shirt with grey pantaloon pants. The blue colour was highlighting his already blue grey eyes. The moment Anamika came, he just kept on seeing her, she was looking so gorgeous, he took a dee

"Who are you?" The Redhead asked the smaller-looking girl staring back at her with her big sapphire eyes. Even with the poor lighting, she could see the beautiful blue orbs of the stranger glowing in the night. She'd never seen eyes like that before. Yes, she had seen sapphire blue eyes, but not sapphire gemstone eyes. It was beautifully odd.

"Your eyes are crystal clear sky blue on better days — when the sun shines through them. But on the days you're feeling intense emotions, they become a swirl of midnight blue with swirls of clear teal. It gets dark when you're feeling something strongly, it gets more translucent when you're feeling free or lighthearted. Perhaps the best thing to do would be to apply a mix of brilliant blue and midnight blue and then cover it with an earthy shade of cobalt and ultramarine, yes." He smiled at me, his eyes looking like pools of crystal clear water. "Go on, I am coming to love this more than what I had initially expected." I smiled, dragging the ottoman closer to the canvas, as I carefully lined

she whispered to her mate. “Beautiful” was all David managed to murmur as he gazed into his son’s perfect Topaz blue eyes. He watched them change from the lightest blue to the deepest sapphire before fading back to topaz again until he decided to start screaming again. Even with his little face scrunched up and turning darker by the second, he was perfection.

His words are almost a whisper, sliding into my veins like a drug. And fuck me sideways. His eyes, they are pale blue, almost translucent. Like ice shards that catch the light just right. But underneath that coldness, i see flecks of deep blue, tiny crystal specks that looks like someone shattered and scattered sapphires in his irises. They are mesmerizing and infuriating and I hate how I can't stop staring. Something about those eyes makes me want to keep watching them or rip them out and make him bleed. Make him feel what he's started doing to me. Because those goddamn eyes make me think of things I shouldn't, make me crave shit I'm not supposed to.

As though the word freak had died somewhere on the field with the creatures that had chased her. And her eyes… They were not gold. They were pure cerulean blue. Not pale. Not diluted. Bright and striking enough that the sight of them hit me right under the ribs. Seraphina. Present still. Not outwardly unfurled, but there in the aftermath, visible in the one detail that made Nyra look unlike anything the field had ever seen and yet more fully herself at the same time.

I reply. Mathius and I have been friends for years. We grew up together, so I was unhappy when he showed interest in Sapphire. I did notice that he wasn’t hitting on her, but his interest in her like he was made my possessive, jealous side flare up. I knew I had no reason to be jealous, considering that Mathius was into brunettes. He also has a thing for women with purple eyes, which is a rarity. Riley, Luke, and I say our goodbyes as I shut the front door behind us.

Rowan said quietly. “Yeah,” I agreed. “But the painters never got it right. They always mixed it up with emerald. Aunt Tara used to complain about it.. said no one ever knew the exact shade. After every painting session she’d look so disappointed.” Rowan’s gaze sharpened, almost slicing through me. “Well,” he said slowly, “your darling ‘not ordinary’ baby girl described them perfectly. Blue… blue.” I froze, the words sinking like stones. “Plenty of people have blue eyes,” I managed.