Brown Guilty Eyes And Little White Lies Novels & Stories

She frowned, and put her head down on the table, and closed her eyes for a moment. Dimitri and Pete walked through the door, Pete went to work on the soup, Ivan whispered to Dimitri about her arms. He looked over but said nothing. Pete cleared this throat, and Jade looked up. Her eyes a pale gray, almost white startled him he dropped the bowl of soup shattering the bowl when it hit the ground. He broke his stare, and grabbed a cloth, “My apologies you're eyes aren't as gray as they used to be. It’s almost a pale white,” he whispered.

“I’ve been all those things and none of them. I was a girl who wanted justice for her brother. A woman who got caught in a game she didn’t understand. But what I stand here as tonight… is someone who found the truth. And the truth is this: Montez is not the villain you were told he was.” Her voice cracked slightly, but she steadied it. “Grimaldi had falsified financial records, and even gone ahead to bribe officials and media agencies to smear our name with the help of his minions, Nathan Romano and Rhea Giovanni. Together they tried to paint him as a monster. And I believed them. I let my grief blind me. But I see now. And tonight, I want the world to see too.” Montez’s eyes never left her,

I muttered, rolling my eyes. The auburn wig was only the start. Beneath it, Gerald's contacts had turned my amber eyes into an eerie shade of moss green. A thin layer of powder softened the angles of my cheekbones, while some clever contouring added bulk around my jaw. A false nosepiece shifted my profile just enough that even I wanted to ask who I was staring at.

I sobbed. "Esha I don't think it is him. You can ask him directly. Maybe you misunderstood." Dua tried convincing me. "You better stop it Dua. Shakshi Tanwar has grey eyes. She freaking had grey eyes. And Aadhvik even he have the same grey eyes." I said. "Don't be dumb Esha, there are many people with the same grey eyes. Don't be so stupid." Dua yells. I found his potrait hung on the wall. Looking at his face itself made me feel disgusted. I got up and threw that potrait down.

“...just breath with me. In and out. Inhale. Exhale. Slowly. Focus on my eyes and only my eyes and don’t think about anything else." Brandon. I do as I’m told and it’s starting to get better because now I finally see his eyes. That eye. Are they even real eyes? I know they’re dark brown because I’ve seen them before but in this light, they are golden green-like even though it’s impossible. They are so fascinating that all I can do is stare.

“Psst. Pick me up, okay? I’m at G-Bar.” Black laughed. Purple could hear him over the line and raised an eyebrow. “What’s going on?” “You know, that bar is lucky. Outside, I saw true love in my baby girl,” he said. “Really? I happen to be outside.” Purple looked around. “Cliché faces everywhere. Ew.” “Crazy. Anyway, it’s for Green.” “Green? Your friend? The one with the…,” she paused and took a deep breath, “…big eyes. Big eyes?”

I filled the tub with burning hot water and got in. Adrian wasn't anything but like my partial murderer. Adrian had chocolate brown hair and brown eyes, whereas he had black hair and eyes so dark that it looked like black. To be honest Adrian looked like his twin and if he was his twin then I would have to be more cautious. No matter how nice he looks, I couldn't trust him.

“Well now, I’m sure you all still have activities to do. Let’s leave this place shall we?” The gang nodded in unison, including Lianne, but yes, deep in her heart, she would have wanted to ask if she can take the painting with her. *** POV: Lianne Dievin I looked at his piercing eyes again. That time in my apartment, I couldn’t clearly see the color of his eyes because it was dark but now I can actually make out the shade of brown and green in it. It was so dubiously sad, so mystifying, so enthralling. I couldn’t seem to take my gaze off him. I know it was wrong to lie to my friends, especially to Jen, but this was different! I have to solve this on my own because this truly has been driving

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Shocked. “His eyes,” Damian whispered. I couldn't breathe. “They’re… sensitive,” I stammered. “Like I said.” “No,” Damian said. He took a step forward, his hand reaching out. “The color. Helen… his eyes.” “They’re brown,” I lied. “Just brown. Like mine.” “They aren't brown,” Damian said. His voice was trembling. “They’re green. And gold. They look like…” Please don’t say it. Please don’t say it.