Chestnut Brown Eyes Novels & Stories

I rub my eyes, and finally get to the living room to see who the other person was. I've never seen this man in my life. He has dark hair, and a beautiful shade of brown eyes. It's not a deep brown, but a creamy chocolate kind of brown. His eyes are on me, and they break from my eyes and take me in fully. I'm quiet and take in a deep breath. I can finally make out what that smell really smelt like. Pine cones. The woods.

“We need to convince him to come out !” Those usually happy beta eyes were not his warm hazel, kind eyes that made me smile every time I looked into them. They were brown. But darker. Almost black ! “BOLT ?!” * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Nanlalaki ang mga matang napatingin ako sa kanya. Round, big piercing brown eyes are studying me and I think someone gutted me. It's the most beautiful eyes that my eyes meet. It's a unique combination of honey and nature. The darkness only made her orbs shine brightly and I'm mesmerized. Lost in her eyes and the warmth it gives to my soul. What's with this woman and her fucking brown eyes? "Oh my God!"

Humans don’t have wings! I looked up at his face again, and I gasped. The color of his eyes had changed completely. They weren't the same dull, coal-black eyes I had seen every time he stared at me in school or at the canteen. No… these eyes were bright, burning with a fierce, intense color—hazel brown, deep and rich, but filled with something terrifying. There was pure anger drawn within them, blazing like fire.

“Mine are boring brown.” “Are you kidding?” he asked. “I’ll have you know they’re quite captivating.” I laughed. “Okay.” His eyes narrowed. “You don’t believe me?” I shook my head. “Why do you look offended?” I asked between laughs. “They’re my eyes, not yours.” “Yeah, and I’m offended that you’re looking down on yourself. Mine are a cold grey, yours are a warm brown. Have you seen how they change colours depending on the light? Plus when I look at you, it’s like you’re looking straight into my soul.”

It was like a breathtaking symphony that showcased the intricate tapestry of his diverse heritage. But it was his eyes that struck me most profoundly. Soft as morning dew, they seemed to possess a mesmerising quality — a depth that urged exploration. A rich chestnut brown, they glimmered with an alluring warmth that mirrored the gentle flickering of a candle's flame. I knew people were fond of looking into what appeared like two little pools of liquid chocolate.

“Rob Zhao. I appreciate you giving me an opportunity to meet you.” His hand is warm, and he shakes mine with careful regard. This close, I can see his eyes are an unusual and striking honey color, the irises darkening at the edge to a rich chestnut brown. Something about them eases my nervousness, replacing it with a different agitation I haven’t felt in years. It must show on my face because his smile widens as he releases my hand.

“Is anyone here?!!” Cheyenne hesitated a moment, trying to relax the banging heart in her chest. She dropped what she was doing and rushed around the corner to see two men, two unnaturally gorgeous men. One had deep brown skin, his dark chocolate hair fell at his shoulders and his eyes a vibrant brown. The other had brown skin, a bit lighter than the other and his chocolate hair was in a sloppy bun at the back of his head. His eyes were a deeper brown. Cheyenne was staring, and she knew she was staring, but she couldn’t look away.

“It’s healing fine.” He chuckles. "You're pretty gutsy for a young woman." I had vengeance to drive me. But I do not tell him that. I look at Dr Chase once more and notice for the first time the colour of his hair, it is brown, similar to mine and his eyes are deep blue, just like Kane’s. A little photo frame sits on his table and in it is an old man with a great big smile and a twinkle in his eyes. He looks like an older version of Dr Chase.

Only descriptions of what they looked like. Nathaniel has dark hair that's brushed back, his steel blue eyes stared back at me with the corner of his lips curled up into a smirk. His skin is pale but blood circulates in his cheeks that leaves a rosy color. Christopher's voluminous blonde curls looped around his face, his brown eyes are welcoming but if you watched him closely you could sense behind this sweet mask his wearing is a ruthless being. His jaw is defined and has olive-toned skin. They are both beautiful but dangerous.