Brown Hair For Pale Skin Blue Eyes นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The tall genes didn't skip Aaron either, he’s the blonde of the family though with grey eyes. I’m the youngest at 21, I have brown hair, blue eyes like my mum, and have the most gorgeous cheekbones that are all I hear from Cindy. I, unfortunately, didn't get the height gene and am short, skinny, and just tiny in all senses of the word...

His light blue eyes wandered a lot more on the gorgeous designs, then the coarse and shiny hair before they shifted onto the good-looking face. The thirsty prince took in the unfamiliar distinct features. It appeared as if he was drinking an exquisite juice just by looking at them. Especially the white fair skin and scarlet eyes he had never seen before. It was rare to find anyone with this eye colour in Wu Kingdom. Even when he went on his voyages, he had never come across such a trait. This made his interest pick up.

Even with the baggy hoody, I can see the bulge of his chest and arms. His ivory skin compliments his blond hair, which is long and wavy. But not too long. Cut just right. And the roots are brown. Is that fake? No, it's real. I had to dye my black and straight hair once, and I would know. His sharp nose rests between two grey eyes. The color of concrete.

With not a little effort, I rolled over onto my back and looked up to see the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. She had light brown hair with just a hint of red and bright blue eyes and seemed to have as many freckles on her face as there were stars in the sky. Her skin was so pale as to be almost literally white. Her tits weren’t huge, but they were big enough I admit to a bit of jealousy when I realized they weren’t sagging even a little.

Frank was an absolute nightmare if you woke him up. I went into the bathroom and combed my long chocolate brown hair. Everyone on Melissa's side of the family had extremely light blonde hair, making me stand out even more. I also have this rare condition called Heterochromia Iridum, making my eyes two different colors. While my left eye was an incredibly light blue, my right eye was a deep chocolate brown. My grandma would rarely ever speak of my father, but when she did she would mention he also had the same condition.

He it was very handsome, and the look on his face told me he knew it. He he had hair brown short It is curly and skin color honey. His jawline was sharp and his facial features were symmetrical and undeniably pleasing to look at. Then there were his eyes, a warm hazel color with flecks of gold and green that reminded me of the forest. He seemed O type in person what it could to have success just based on their appearance, not their talents or skills. The girl next to him looked extremely similar, making me wonder if they they were relatives of some form. She had the same hair. Only hers was twisted into long braids that cascaded down her shoulders.

She looks stunning. Her eyes are so big and perfect. I love their unique color, brown with a spot of blue. The blue isn't a dark blue. It is light. It's like an open window viewing the blue sky in a sea of brown. Her hair has gotten longer. I wish her sandy waves were spilling down her back like they usually did but having her hair up gives me a clear view of her face. She is wearing a thick black hoodie, jeans, and plain sneakers, but she looks like a queen.

Ethan’s POV I flop down on my bed , staring up at the white ceiling above me. My lips curl upward as my mind float back to baby blue eyes. His eyes are beautiful. Light blue iris surrounded by dark blue flakes and a sapphire ring that glean in with the light. Chestnut brow soft silky hair falling over the forehead, long full eyelashes evenly fluttering across pink cheeks, Honey blonde skin completely flawless, cute pointed nose, perfect plump lips that are an ideal balance between not being too big but not too small. He is incredibly Gorgeous.

I ask. Me and Liam are total opposites. Mainly because he looks like someone from the Arctic race, blonde haired, blue eyes and pale skin, whereas I'm warm, brunet, with brown eyes. If I am to be honest I should be the one calling him Icy, not the other way around.

he questioned, eyes focused on Sarael. “Your mother assumed Isis would come to me.” Sarael answered. “Interesting. Would this have something to do with why my sister is different?” Khalid asked, leaning forward now. “What do you mean by different?” I questioned. I know she’s different, but I want to know what he’s witnessed growing up with the girl. “Well, for one, she has blue eyes and a blonde streak on the left side of her face that’s natural and not dyed. Dad buys the recessive gene and anomaly line. I don’t. There’s maybe a one percent chance of someone of our genetics having blue eyes.” he explained.