The Pale Blue Eye Louis Bayard の小説・ストーリー

It was made out of glass, beyond which was nothing but the vibrant blue skies. So blue. Noah had never before seen something that blue. Blue. Like Levi’s eyes. Subconsciously, his red-rimmed and watery eyes lowered to meet Levi’s. There was so much emotion conveyed through that blue gaze, but Noah’s currently dull mind couldn’t make sense of any of them. Levi’s eyes locked with his baby’s teary doe-eyes with his long eyelashes wet and clumped together, looking so pitifully bullied. At that moment, Levi felt blinded, his mind and body rumbling, for the devastating image was too much for him to bear.

CHAPTER 54 ~GABRIELLA'S POV~ "Who... are you?” I asked with a confused expression. The female giggled then replied as she raised the hood of her cloak, “Like I said before, I'm a friend.” My eyes widened as they met hers. Her right eye was dark brown, and her left was strangely colored. I had never seen an eye so strange and beautiful in all my days. No, I had; in fact, it was only two days ago that I saw eyes similar to this one. Her eye was dark blue and had white spots that looked like stars; her pupil was white, making it look like a moon in the night sky. The only person I knew had that kind of eye was... Marie.

Leonard shook his head. “It’s fine,” he replied, “but it will never work again. During the fight, Louis managed to stab my right eye, rendering it useless. But I’m grateful I could protect my left eye—at least I can still see you with it.” Though Leonard claimed he was fine, Chateau could feel his pain. Gripping his black coat tightly, she sobbed.

I just need… Blue eyes form behind my eyes, I close mine tightly willing the image to disappear. I open my eyes quickly and flip Bailey over, looking into her dig doe browns. I wildly buck into her, but her face becomes blurry and the image of a blonde with those electric blues comes flooding back skewing my vision.

An eye with a fleck of amber in a sea of deep, soulful brown. ​Lyra gasped, her hand instinctively flying to her own face. "That’s... my eye." ​"It’s a fragment of the 'Lady in Blue,'" Julian whispered, his voice thick with a vulnerability he usually buried under billions of dollars. "It was the only thing my mother left me before she died. She was an artist, Lyra. She painted what she called 'The Soul’s Mirror.' She told me that one day, I would find the woman who possessed that look—a woman whose spirit couldn't be broken by the Vane name."

Like he hated people who gawked at him as she did. Lauren shook her head severally to clear her head, “I’m so sorry. I was carried away for a brief moment.” “Sure you were.” His sarcasm hit her but she chose to ignore it; instead, she looked into his eyes again. Wait a fucking second! Did he have blue eyes? Did this man in front of her have blue eyes? There was only one legendary blue-eyed figure in the entire city she knew about. No. she shook her head in disbelief, It definitely wasn’t him.

"He is pretty much decent looking. Like he is a little bit taller than me and a lot paler. He also had shoulder-lengthed brunette hair and Caribbean eyes and he-" "Wait!!" Lord Nedes shouted in middle stopping Lady Blaine. "What colour is his eyes?" Lady Blaine was confused with the sudden outburst of her uncle but still said, "Caribbean." "Are you sure?" "Yes. I have seen it. I could never forget those eyes." Those eyes teased her as if she was nothing in front of his highness.

— Constantine Rousseau. A pair of blue eyes peered at the tedious environment surrounding the border of the legendary Hara Nation. The bold and angry sun cast down a ray of light at her head that leaned against the window of the carriage, illuminating on her blue eyes and making them twinkle like a hope diamond in the lake.

I knew he was making a sexual proposition but I acted cool. “How about you untie me first” I gave my best smile. He did. My arms felt like it had been held down for four days... because it had fucking been tied down for four days. “Thank you, Louis,” Then Louis did something I never expected. He bent down until we were eye to eye and I could see his iris, they weren’t as dark as I thought them to be, they were blue and beautiful. Then he said. “You say my name fine Rayna” “And you have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen in my life” Not that I’ve looked into many people’s eyeballs. He smiled.