Novel & Cerita Sea Green Eyes

The day my daughter was fighting for her life, my wife, Shirley Hartley, was busy helping her childhood friend Oliver Burke get married. I called seventeen times. On my eighteenth try, she finally picked up. "Shirley, Nyssa's getting worse. The doctor says she needs life support now. They want twenty grand upfront. Where's the money?" Her voice turned ice-cold. "I used it. Oliver's wedding is coming up, and that stuff costs money. I'm not letting his fiancée's family look down on him. "Nyssa just has asthma, right? She coughs a little and suddenly they want twenty grand? Sounds like a scam." Nyssa lay in the hospital bed, her tiny face ghost-pale. Her eyes slowly opened. "Daddy, I wa

Nezeira came out of the ball and walked towards the open terrace facing the sea. The stars were twinkling in the night sky with the sound of sea waves crashing on the rocky shores. The silence of the night and the rumbling of the sea was more soothing to her than the music and people's endless talking inside. Her eyes glowed in the semi-dark terrace as she for some reason sharpened her vision through the darkness of the night. She looked directly at the sea, and saw every minute detail underneath of waves; the sand whirling with dead shells in them, and other organisms. She also spotted bioluminescence as well. The joy of watching such fascinating details didn't show on her face but it defin

He wanted to see this miracle. He struggled, and his muscles burned as they twitched, but even the smallest slit was enough. He was in the cool shade, and looking into his soul was an eye. The most tender of blues. It looked as soft as satin, and so different from his own grey eyes. It was as if an entire sea was in them, swirling, and reflecting all the gold flecks of the sun in them. That sea was warm but it didn't hurt him. Maybe Red_Two wasn't going to die alone, lifted to the chest of the ocean-eyed man, cradled in his arms, feeling loved.

He was close. I was still sprawled on the ground, my breathing uneven, my skin burning with awareness. Slowly, I lifted my gaze and met his eyes and his eyes were a storm and a forest, a clash of elements trapped in a single gaze. In the deep at the center of his iris, was a piercing blue, sharp as ice, endless as the ocean, a secret hidden beneath frozen waters. But at the edges, where the light kissed his irises, emerald green bled through, wild and untamed, like leaves trembling in the wind. A paradox of fire and frost, control and chaos—his eyes were a battlefield where two worlds met, and I was hopelessly lost within them.

I watch how he would just stay quiet as he listens to Jericho’s unbelievable stories. And of course, there is Seth. The most handsome and compassionate Alpha I have ever seen. I’m not saying that the rest of his friends are not good-looking because they all are. They have their own set of charms but for me, Seth’s look is on a different level. Especially his eyes. It was the first time I saw an Alpha with that kind of eyes. The way his eyes seem like he can see through you like there’s no secret that you can hide from him. And there are moments, especially when his happy, that his eyes look like a glittering blue ocean that shines under the rays of the sun. His eyes can and will unarm you le

-I'm sorry I cannot help you. Blue? Her eyes have an absurdly clear blue shade, it looks like the Aegean Sea, same as the shades of the Greek seas. Why am I admiring the damned eyes of this woman like an idiot? Why am I paying attention to her eyes, if she's going to be dead soon, anyway? Your calm sea eyes will serve for no purpose at all. -Why can you not help me? -Because I was the one who kidnapped you. You look very young, how old are you, girl?

And those eyes—swoon! Early in the mornings on cloudy days, a ray of sunshine would break through over the ocean to paint the water a silvery blue. That was the color of Blake’s eyes. A grey blue hue that seemed almost inhuman, more like that of a demigod. The son of Poseidon. Often, goods looks were accompanied by arrogance. Intolerable arrogance sometimes. Most of the businessmen who checked into the hotel were too self-important to even acknowledge the staff here as human. Blake, for all his obvious wealth and authority, wasn’t like that.

It was fleeting, but I could clearly tell it was a glance of sordid distaste. But would you believe if I say that even his glare was beautiful? Yeah, he was that Hot. Especially his eyes. A kind of shining passionate green that the ocean turns during a storm. They were the exact glossy color of kelp on the shore, flecked with splinters of driftwood. The sclerae that surrounded them were pristine, untouched by dark flakes. I wouldn't mind being glared at, if they were these pair of eyes.

I knew under the silver dome a late lunch would be waiting for us. “You did, it made me feel all tingly. You make me feel tingly. I can make you feel tingly too.” I couldn’t help but chuckle. Drunk Sarah was cute. “You already make me feel all tingly.” She slumped against me and I turned my head back to look at her. Her eyes were glassy, her hair tumbling in soft waves from the salt water. Her cheeks were slightly pink from too much sun and I knew that tomorrow she’d be feeling all the alcohol.

His chocolate brown hair was a silky mess of perfectly tousled waves on top but shorter on the sides and back. “Let’s run our fingers through it,” Cara cooed. His facial features definitely belonged on the cover of a magazine, chiseled but not too sharp. And his scruffy five o’clock shadow was sexy as hell. But all of that paled in comparison to his eyes. I suppose they were technically hazel, but that descriptor didn’t come close to doing them justice. They were a beautiful seafoam green, shot through with streaks of gold and fringed by long, dark lashes. A girl could drown in those eyes. I had to force myself to look away.