The Pale Blue Eye Louis Bayard นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Seemingly taking pity on the poor boy, the fancy French Lady kneeled down to his eye level and gently wiped away the tears and dirty water from his eyes. When her gray eyes met his hazel orbs she gasped. There had only been one person she met in her lifetime with eyes that were hazel in color and that person was her late husband Sebastian Duchene of France. The boy seemed even more confused as if something had been wrong with him at that moment.

In fact, she secretly liked the gentlemanly nature of Emmet, who has ever been respectful and well-mannered, something Nezeira admires in people. "Yes, sorry, I don't fit well in gatherings like this.", Nezeira apologized. "It's alright, I like peaceful places too, like this one," Emmet said looking at Nezeira with the utmost affection, something she never reciprocated. Perhaps for Emmet, she didn't have to. Her straight, seemingly emotionless face appeals more to him. He stood beside her and asked, "Princess, your eyes. Why it is blue rather than red? As far as we all know vampires have red eyes."

With my tiny hands gripping the wildflowers I had been collecting, I had stopped dead in my tracks. That day, three elderly people came up to me, their eyes wide with awe as they observed my appearance—the blue hair and the matching eyes that set me apart. They had called it special. Selected. They had bowed before me and declared, "You are the one, Ivy," "The reincarnation of the Luan, destined to save us all."

He could always read my feelings, even when I tried to hide them. "He's British, right? His accent is really distinctive. And his eyes are blue, like..." He paused, then chuckled softly. "Like mine, right? Strange, isn't it? I've never met a stranger whose eyes are exactly the same as mine." I felt my chest tighten. Louis didn't know. He didn't know that the man he'd just shaken hands with was his biological father. "Just a coincidence, sweetheart. Lots of people in the world have blue eyes." Louis laughed. "Yeah, maybe." He sipped his coffee, then noticed his photo now sitting in my drawer. "Why did you hide my photo?"

She knows I will find dirt on both of them and I won’t be afraid to use it. I walk straight back to my small cubicle and open my laptop, typing Wyatt Hayes into the search bar. Thousands of articles pop up and I open the ones I think have the most interesting title, but one thing I can’t help but notice is his eyes. One brown and one blue. It’s not every day that you see someone with different eye colors. I can’t help but notice how beautiful he is. His face looks like it was designed by an artist.

But it takes a second to fully register what’s actually happening. Laney practically short circuits and is speechless I think for the first time in her life. That is until we land on the sexiest eyes we’ve ever seen. Especially under the pale blue of the moonlight, his crystal blue eyes are even more pronounced. But it's his smile that lights up when we lock our sights on each other. I pull away from my grandmother as Laney absolutely loses her shit.

His lips curved upwards after looking at those cushy aqua blue eyes. Certainly, painter had used an occult shade of blue to paint those enchanting eyes because he could feel himself going in an unending trance. He titillated his hands over the portrait of young lady's waist brunettes locks. Her fair, smooth pink skin was invoking sordid thoughts within his mind and he could just imagine, what it would feel like to touch her in real. Even before he could fathom his words, he ended up speaking it out loud, " what a beautiful portrait of this beauty! "

They only awaited an order to shoot from Hubbard, instead, he cued for them to drop their weapons. “Everly!” Elyria yelled, cuddling her arms around her body. “Mom,” a wedge of anger mixed with tears filled her throat,“E-Edwin” she stuttered, choking out her words. “Don't worry dear, you're safe here.” Hubbard advanced in their direction, he wasn't a gangster anymore, but he should have been. He had a lode-gold hair, which he groomed carefully. The aquiline nose he sported complimented his prominent cheekbones. Handsome in an understated way, his basalt jaw and spartan shoulders spoke of strength. He possessed a patent, leonine power and always walked with purpose and authority. People had a

However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.

he asked, looking up to meet Lavinia's brown eyes. Lavinia, fascinated at the young boy's eye glow, wasn't able to utter a word for a sec as a response. "I could see the clear sky in your peeper," she whispered. "It’s deep-ocean blue," the young boy corrected, flaunting his beautiful aqua eyes. "It's rare for our kind to have this eye color, don't you think they're lovely?" "They're wonderful," Lavinia complimented, referring to the boy's eye color, not his exact eyes.