Brown Hair For Pale Skin Blue Eyes Novels & Stories

Personally, I believe that she had bought it specifically for that very occasion. "Won't Kayla love this," I whispered to myself as I looked in the mirror. My hair curled slightly as it brushed my waist, contrasting clearly with the turquoise and white floral print. More floral! Could my parents get any weirder? The upside of this monstrosity was that it actually accentuated my figure in all the right places and made my ice-blue eyes sparkle. I was of the average size and the average weight with an average hair colour so I was proud of my unusual eyes, made even more unusual by my heritage. I mean, who ever saw a Greek girl with blue eyes?

I turned towards the front porch to see the quadruplets trying their best to compose themselves. Roxie and Blue's daughters looked almost identical to each other. Their blue and brown eyes stood out against their coffee-colored skin that was just a shade lighter than their mom's and uncle's. If it weren't for their different hair colors, it would be damn near impossible to tell them apart. Keahi's hair was azure blue, like the hottest flame. Dhara's was coal black with raven undertones like the deepest dirt. Sharia's was a blue-violet color, like the sky at the highest elevation. And Maya's was a dark navy blue like the deepest water.

I glanced at my face, trying to figure out the difference. My brown hair was the same, dark against my pale skin. Cheekbones were a little more pronounced. My rounded chin was a touch pointier. I studied my eyes and realized that was what was throwing me off. I loved my icy blue, I had been the only person in the Clan with blue eyes. The trait had become so recessive since the Fall, that there were only a handful of humans in the world with blue eyes. But what stared back at me made my heart drop. One eye was still icy blue with a thick ring of darker blue around it. But my other eye. My left eye was now golden. A sunburst of yellow around my pupil was ringed by melted bronze.

"Exactly. So I might as well just ask." I roll my eyes again then move to the couch. He follows me after grabbing the glass. "I've already chosen my donor. Besides, I want green eyes. If I take your sperm, there's a possibility the baby's gonna have blue eyes. Blue plus green-blue equals two blues and one green. Two blues win. So nope." I purposely pop that P. "Princess Pao has my hair and eyes." "That's your testimony? Well, what's her biological mom's hair and eye color? Not that I'm considering your request but just asking for a friend."

Still, don't judge me until you see what I'm talking about… His eyes… The blue color in his eyes looks like a piece of the ocean. I can't believe that someone with anger issues, and a bad reputation can have such peaceful eyes. Have I mentioned that his dyed black color hair makes him irresistible? Or should I mention that his bridge sharp nose seems like a piece of art? Even his pale skin does not look dead to me, it is quite the opposite, it looks flawless and full of life. It all exists in one single body which is indeed too much.

(A PAIR OF BOTH CRIMSON AND PURPLE EYES) HAIR is a mix of crimson and purple hue, standing out more than anything and anyone anywhere that he will go and wanted to go. Eyes that resembles the night sky and at the same time the auburn burn of the dawn.

I can't tear my eyes off of her. She has ivory complexion, with thick brown locks. She's petite, not even reached my shoulder at best. And she has breathtaking pair of heterochromic blue and yellow eyes, completed with a small nose and plump pink lips, oval shaped face, and a perfect curves. Beautiful is an understatement.

I subsequently responded, "It's Hazel brown." "It's also very rare for Asians who were naturally born with a pair of brown eyes color to acquire such cases unless it is hereditary. This case is unlikely to occur since brown-eyed Asians have more melanin in their iris. Compared to those who were born with blue eyes, well, those cases are prone to such." He looks back to my patient chart once more before returning to me, "Did you happen to have some kind of a traumatic experience like an accident causing any harm with your eyes?" he asks.

“What can I do for you? Goldie asks sweetly as I give them two menus to eat. As I am bending over to give the second person his menu, he reaches out to touch the only strand of white hair I have. “You are too beautiful for your kind… My kind? I pull away quickly, brushing the wayward white strand back before he can touch it. My hair is tied in two buns. Naturally, it is black with a pure white thread running through it. No matter what I do, it never takes color, so I leave it. My skin is the same way. A deep bronze brown color with a few pale white spots scattered across my body. I have one circling my eyes and one that sits on the left side of my wide nose. There is a small spot on my jaw a

Her braided hair is a silvery white and skin pale as moonlight. In a sea of tan, dark haired southerners, she clearly doesn’t belong. Though something about her is magnetic. I’ve never met anyone who looks like her and when she bumps straight into Draco and looks up with icy blue eyes, my breath catches. I’ve seen brown, hazel, and even dark green or blue eyes but never ones so light. She’s definitely beautiful with her heart shaped face and pouty lips. There’s no denying that.