The Pale Blue Eye Louis Bayard Novels & Stories

All the moisture in my mouth simply vanishes at the sight of him. Shamelessly, I think he noticed how long I was staring at his muscular abdomen, when I finally shifted my gaze to his face. A dark eyebrow is raised curiously, but I’m more intrigued by his eyes, rather than the perfect dimensions of his face. Although that is spectacular. His eyes, though, are entrancing, one a different colour to the other. It’s something I was always aware of, but never knew it would be like this in person. One eyes is a pale blue, like concentrated ice. Something about it is unnerving. His other eye is like pure emerald. Like the colour of fresh grass growing across rolling meadows. It’s much warmer. Much

WANTED ALIVE Name: Blue Iris Clayton Age: 24 years old Hair color: Natural blonde Eye color: Blue Height: 163 cm Body type: Slender OFFENSE: Stealing West Colony’s property REWARD: Ten cartons of goods. Protection and be a citizen of West Colony. CONTACT US IMMEDIATELY “Fuck!” Dread bolted through me. “Have you seen that woman?” I stiffened and my hand tightened the hold on the poster. “Excuse me?” I eyed the man beside me. He had thick dark blond hair. Shorter than me in a few inches, but had a few pounds and had deep brown eyes, and there was something in those orbs that gave me unsettling chills. He was wearing a clean shirt for someone who came to trade.

I walked right in, and stood behind an artifact. The room was a vast space of artwork. There were various eye-catching artworks. Soon, my eyes fell on the slender feminine figure painting on a canvas. I could recognize that long red hair from anywhere. Arielle. I watched her like a hawk as she highlighted the colours splattered on the canvas. It was the painting of an eye. A deep blue eye that held an entire ocean within it. A still, blue ocean. Stormy and serene at the same time. It was difficult to interpret.

As I go deeper into the woods, into a deeper part that I've never been to, I stop running. I then sense something, I'm not alone. I look around and spot a huge wolf. He's looking straight at me. His wolf is beautiful, he's light grey and white with a tad of dark grey mixed in some spots, and on top of that, he is the only wolf I've ever seen with such startling blue eyes. Then I caught his scent. It's amazing, but hard to describe. I lock eyes with him and everything starts to fall into place. My eyes go wide. I can feel my wolf going crazy wanting to be next to him.

Bertha immediately bowed her head slightly when she saw them, but Layla found herself staring. Two incredibly good-looking men. The man in the brown suit, brown hair, and brown eyes was exceptionally cute and looked nice, but the man beside him screamed dominance and had this dangerous aura emanating from him. He looked like a bad boy, the one most parents would warn their children to stay away from. She unconsciously looked at his eyes and froze when she saw his icy blue eyes staring directly and dangerously at her. Bertha kept tugging Layla's shirt, trying to tell her to look away, but Layla couldn't.

She asked as Lady Ivashkov was smiling at her. “Of course, I know my dear. We all are. He was the earl that rules the coastal city after all. His name is Lord Thomas Rambova but everyone just called him Tom. And he has the rarest eyes. They were peculiar violet as if you’re looking at amethyst. Everyone had seen them the lord was making his around in town. I hope your children will inherit it,” she said as Jessie was blinking her eyes. “Is there anyone that has the same eye color as his?” Jessie asked before the seamstress was smiling at her.

We do not always get what we want to we? When Ava was out of view, i was downstairs next, all eyes fell on us but a specific set of dark blue eyes lingered on me even when everyone else had started picking up items for the outing. He took in my clothes from my shoe that had a bit of wedge to my dress that had a beautiful design pattern of Blue and red, and stopped at upper part of my knee. “She looks…” Kai began but just one glare from Louis made him stop in bis tracks and he turned his attention to the other girls. Butterflies filled my stomach, no doubt from Lia.

"I knew this would happen sooner or later with you, pretty boy." Louis sighed with pleasure when Milena lay on his chest babbling and stroking his tattooed arms. "She knows I'm the best, doesn't she, babe?" “Are you the wife?” Asked the girl who until now had been silent. “Yeah―” But she didn't let me finish talking. “And Louis knows this girl isn’t his?” her commented left us all frozen “I mean, you’re white with blue eyes and he is blond with green eyes, where does a brown girl with brown hair come from if not?”

He has the most unique blue eyes I’ve ever seen, but almost like his polar opposite, Levi’s eyes are green. While Christian’s reminds me of the dark blue of a stormy sea, Levi’s eyes are as green as a field, they make you think of warm sunlit forests and hot summer glades. Those summer green eyes stare at me passionately while he says words that I know lack any sincerity, “I’ve always wanted you to be by my side Lyra.” His arms are still around my waist, so I can’t put any distance between us, I can only watch and listen as he goes on, “Babe, if I knew how much a date with me tonight meant to you, I’d have pushed off everything else I had to do at the office and come pick you up immediately.

Mama gushed as she began to shed tears. "Ma mamma, il bulbo oculare di Pablo è blu, questi carini hanno il bulbo oculare grigio" (But mama, Pablo's eyeball are blue, these cutie are having gray colored eyeballs) Martina argued. Only for mama who was Emotional, to pick up her slippers and stone them on Martina who ran for her dear life.