Sea Green Eyes Novels & Stories

"Just be careful with him. He has seductive eyes." "Mom, eyes are eyes. His eyes are... normal I don't even know what color they are." I was lying. Everyone knew his eyes were brown, a golden brown that, according to one blog, felt like you were getting stripped naked and worshipped all at once. I shivered. "Uh huh." Mom sipped her coffee and gave me a total look of disbelief. "Your dad knows the color of Zane's eyes, and he's partially blind like my offspring."

" So do you see like, just black? or do you see purple like your eyes" "Nope, I see, nothing". " How does that feel like?". "Use one hand to close one eye, don't shut your eyes close, just use that one hand to cover it, and try looking at me, the one that's open sees me but the one eye covered sees nothing". She gasps "Woah, you're right, must be scary". "Nah... I'm used to it". Jesse's mum clears her throat " Jessica, don't ask such questions, that's rude, and Violet, you should know better than to speak while we are at the table eating, now let's just focus on our meal". Jessica and I chorused "Yes mother"

“Up here.” She jumped, raised her chin a bit more. And suddenly, Warren was staring into the most amazing eyes that he’d ever seen. They were the strangest color, actually. Light and clear, but not mint-green and most definitely not emerald-green. They had a glow to them, a light that seemed to shine from within this woman. They looked… pure, somehow. For some insane reason, the words ‘sea foam green’ popped into his head. He wasn’t sure what color that even was, or where the hell he’d have picked it up in his life – but it was all he could think about now.

Robert Blackwell promised to marry me, then postponed it thirty-eight times. The fifth time, a car crash broke eight of his ribs, and I signed seven critical-condition notices. The tenth time, on the way to get our marriage license, he and the car were thrown into the sea, and his suit was torn apart by sharks. By the thirty-eighth time, his heart disease had worsened and his life was hanging by a thread. Eight months pregnant, I changed flights three times and flew twenty-three hours across half the world to find him. When the door opened, a little boy who looked exactly like him lifted his face and said, "I thought Mom was back." Robert rushed out barefoot, panic written all over his

Nervousness gripped my throat, and I just spluttered whatever blabber that came to my lips. However, to my surprise, he simply scoffed, shrugging his shoulders in unconcern and then he looked away from me. I released a breath I didn't know I was holding when I was free from his intense stare and then I could finally have an inner gush about how beautiful his eyes were. Sea–green aquamarine eyes, they shone like two emerald crystals yet held attached to their gaze, a sinister appeal. Yet, they were the most gorgeous pair of eyes I had ever seen, adding even more to the mystique of his enigmatic aura.

But it was like swaying against the wind of a raging storm. Tyler, on the other hand, senses distance in her eyes. Not only that, but there was a wall, too. She had them before- but the thickness she has right now is something hard to penetrate. It was like she built an iron fortress in herself. Her eyes were blue-aquamarine, a color that represents the ocean. And, just like the boundless sea, the depths in her eyes are limitless.

She wore a long dress and she's carrying a little bag on her hand. But what struck Serra the most was her eyes. Her eyes were eerie beautiful. It has a deep blue color, not the same as Mira's. Mira's eyes were blue as the cloudless sky but hers was the color of a deep and bottomless ocean where different monsters live. It's beauty was strange and terrifyingly gorgeous. Her eyes were unfathomable. It's like you're looking at a blank canvas with myriad colors of life and death hidden behind it. She draw her gaze away from her eyes and shifted to Mira, she felt like she'll drown if she look at it longer.

ashamed. Good, I thought. Maybe he needed to hear it. But his eyes were on me. They weren't angry. Not pitying. Just... intense" “What?” I asked. He blinked as if I’d pulled him from somewhere far away. “Your eyes" he said slowly "They’re ... blue.” I rolled my eyes and replied dryly "well I'm glad we've established that" “No, I mean—” He stopped and stepped just a little closer. “They’re like the sea before a storm. Deep. Unpredictable.”

Seila explains, slowly with a tenderr voice, raising an eyebrow slightly as she saw her sisters emerge from the sea and walk towards her on two bare legs. "This place is incredible," Yryhnna said, ignoring her sister and lying down on a hammock held between two palm trees. "We were ready, and you know Yryhnna loves coming to the reef to watch you work," I said. "She loves the reef because Yryhnna is a hopeless romantic. I bet she secretly dreams of moving to a place like this with Alán," Seila inquired, finishing a shadow game on her client's eyelids. As I looked at the finished makeup, I had to take a deep breath. My sister was a truly talented artist. Her makeup was truly magical; on her e

I was most envious of her hair which was very long, silky and shaped into the elaborate hairstyles of a maiko. We took a break while they did a traditional dance and played their instruments. I couldn't take my eyes off her. There was something in the way she danced and played her instrument that set everyone's heart racing and when she looked at Sienna, her lips curved into a seductive smile. Her eyes evoked with desire and cravings and fire. Her eyes intrigued me greatly. They were green. I learnt green eyes were very rare in the planet. I mean, Israel's got green eyes but this was my first time meeting a female with green eyes. She looked so beautiful and attractive, drawing me in like a