روايات وقصص ضمن The Blue Eye

Hazel Eyes Anastasia Perry, an elegant figure at 5'10" with striking blue eyes and flowing blonde hair, stood amidst the bustling city sidewalk. Her cobalt blue pantsuit radiated confidence, while her honey blonde hair was impeccably gathered into a sleek ponytail. The world outside was a whirlwind of activity, but Anastasia's focus was on one thing – her wristwatch. Time was slipping away, and she knew she had to hurry. Her job interview at the prestigious Pinnacle investment banking organization was scheduled for this morning at eight, and the stakes had never been higher.

Tess looked at most twenty. Tess laughed, her eyes caught the loneliness that flashed past Regal's brown orbs but she didn't mention it. " Yes, two beautiful sons with eyes as blue and beautiful as the ocean. " " Eyyyy blue eyes? That's so rare." Regal said. "I have only seen one person with blue eyes all my life." "Where?" Tess probed. "... I-I can't really remember… Now that you mention it, where have I seen him?" Regal went into a state of confusion and deep thoughts. He grabbed his head suddenly, his eyes reddened and his breath grew ragged and erratic.

he asked her, his eyes staring off at the dark blue water which stretched on for miles and miles in front of them. "It can mean many things. There is light blue and there is dark blue too. The water is dark blue in the dark, but when it is morning, it turns light. Light blue can mean calmness, stability, intelligence and confusion. Dark blue can mean sadness, depression or even communication," she explained and Nolan nodded slowly. "Maybe that is why your eyes are dark blue. It is because you are sad," he muttered under his breath. Natalie felt her breath hitch as his eyes flickered to hers immediately after he spoke and his bright blue eyes were shining in the darkness. She could feel the e

“He was breathtakingly handsome and had the most beautiful set of blue eyes he had ever laid his eyes on. The kind that got you lost in them. So addictive and so compelling he literally got lost in them. So lost in them.” “Then the boy asked the other boy what his name was,” Alex blushed as he continued. “Unfortunately the other boy was so lost in the boy’s blue eyes he just uttered ‘blue’. Then the other boy thought that was his name and never stop calling him Blue ever since.” “What?” Seb let out alongside laughter, covering his face with his palm. “Blue.” “There you have it.” Alex smiled at him. “That’s how the name Blue came to life.” “That’s so crazy and romantic I had no idea all this

I’m holding her like she’s mine, and it feels right, yet so wrong. She smiles sheepishly. “Thanks.” I inhale sharply as my gaze is drawn to her ocean-blue eyes. I always forget that Lia has the bluest eyes ever, so vibrant, so mesmerizing, it almost looks unreal. Panic grips me as the tumultuous pounding of my heart floods my ears. I hastily lift her, pushing her gently to her feet.

Jamie was in her element as she prattled on, “Cold eyes, a piercing blue…” Suddenly, Bianca found herself picturing the man she had noticed at the restaurant, the man who had been lunching alone, but had seemed so interested in the goings-on at Dom’s restaurant the previous afternoon. “Blue…did you say blue eyes?” She hesitated and her face scrunched up as she tried to describe the man she had seen, “Like…like glassy, dead… blue eyes?” she cried. The Delano sisters and Karina, who had been standing nearby, whispering loudly, turned as one.

They looked so soft, beckoning him to wrap them around his fingers. She lifted her lashes without a warning and made eye contact with him, causing all his thoughts to come to a jolting halt. The blue of her eyes struck him like a bolt of lightning on a clear day- he didn't see it coming. They were blue like the ocean. He despised the ocean. He wasn't fond of blue- the color signified misery for him. But, right now, staring into her eyes, he couldn't help but admire blue. Blue- the hue of her eyes. And so interesting that he felt this need to want to know more about them.

“No, you--- it’s not you!” Startled, I looked up and--- and for a second, I was mesmerized by his stunning blue eyes. He really had the most beautiful pair of blue eyes I’d ever seen. As if they somehow had captured nature and the supernatural in two gorgeous orbs. They reminded me of streaks of thunder and ice crystals, more than any other color I could think of. So clear and intense, I felt as if they could see right through me.

hoping to see my mother for some last-minute counsel. Rather, my childhood friend Clara crept in. Her face was pallid, and something that made my stomach turn had taken the place of her normally happy look. "Ivy," she wrung her hands and whispered. "There are rumors... whispers among the pack..." "What rumors?" My voice was sharper than I meant when I asked. Unease pricked at the back of my neck. Clara refused to look at me. "They claim that there is another person. Another blue-haired girl who says—"

Those eyes; They weren't human. Those blue eyes, they were unlike any human one's that I'd ever seen, a royal blue shade that reminded me of the depths of the ocean- No, it wasn't a reminder, it was more like I could both hear and see the very ocean in her eyes, from the crashing waves to the very feeling of drowning, I saw all that in her eyes.