Chestnut Brown Eyes Novels & Stories

"... I'm going for five." Chelsea's eyes snapped open. Her hazel orbs -- a soft golden brown on the outside, with a ring of electric blue surrounding the pupil -- focused on her son's solid blues. It was the same blue as the inside of her irises. Their eyes, like so many other things, marked the two mating creatures as closely related. "Five." Chelsea merely stated the number, staring down at her son with an unreadable expression. She sat still on his lap, his pulsing cock the only thing inside of her that was moving.

He was relaxed, casual, but still held that commanding pose. Her eyes trailed down to his thick brows, slightly drawn together in concern, framing those deep-set eyes that held hers. They were the color of warm honey under the soft lighting, a mixture of gold and brown that darkened with every slow blink. God, they were beautiful. The kind of eyes that could unravel her, make her feel seen even when she wanted to hide.

She had a lovely chestnut brown hair and gray eyes that I envied more than anything. While her eyes were the ones anyone could lose themselves in and not want to come out of, I'd got plain boring chocolate brown eyes and Auburn hair that made me look like a packet of Snickers. Allie had a killer body that I'd totally snag if I swung that way and I'm sure every other person thought the same. Except Mike that is.

“You don't have to be a peeping tom any longer.” “In your dreams.” I bite back. He fully faces me and I swallow a lump in my throat fixing my gaze on the mirror and acting oblivious to his looming existence. Then, he grabs my chin and slowly turns my head to his until my eyes meet his and I chew the insides of my mouth nervously. His eyes are brown, so brown that they remind me of my favourite chocolate. And I've always thought of brown as a bland color but his…his, have a sort of black ring surrounding them and they have specs of gold and black in them.

Her long black hair spread out onto his arms, covering the pillow. Her eyes as she stared into his was that of a very light hazel-brownish. It was such a light brown, that when the sunlight shines on them, they appeared yellowish. His eyes was a lot darker than hers, but in his eyes. He could only see her and that smile she had for him.

"What would you gain from befriending me?" Barbie, who was there with them, had stared at him with those bright brown eyes. Then she said in what seemed like amazement, "Your eyes. It's a rare color." Kieran stared back at Barbie, dumbfounded at that time. True, his eyes were rare. A pair of coffee brown eyes with blue rings around the irises. It's a rare color, indeed.

Despite Mary's beauty, everything in Mary is not like the standard of beauty that all women in Hillcester want. Mary's height is no more than 160 centimeters, her skin is brown, her body is a little plump, her eyes are brown and long black curls are the only ones she can be proud of, because, in addition to green eyes, jet brown eyes are also made into the list of rare colors in the city. Only a handful of people have it. Mary is one of them. Most people in Hillcester Town have light brown, or hazel, gray, also blue eyes. So, when a big tall girl who was chatting with her friends suddenly put a sentence that Mary never imagined she could hear in her current state, she spontaneously overreact

A dark raven fur coat and red, predator’s eyes. Unfortunately, his features barely captivated me in our first meeting, Cause I was already a prisoner to his distinct enthralling heterochromatic eyes. His right eye was bewitching wanderlust blue, and the other was hypnotic startling Hazel-gold. Xerxes was blessed by the Moon herself, as she had poured her heart into carving him.

I chuckled at my little mate. "Xavier, get up." Despite her words she moved closer to me and let her head rest on my chest. "And why should I?" She moved to where her beautiful brown eyes stared into my green ones. Her eyes were beautiful. Three different shades of brown all melted together. The outer ring was a coffee brown while the middle one was so dark that it was almost black. Just almost. The inner ring of brown was like a caramel brown. Then right before her pupil was a light shade of green and blue, all morphed to fit into one ring.

I responded and took a deep breath because I don't know what to do anymore, two penises were caressing my body, one is behind my back and one is on my legs. "But you're still tense, Ashy," Lautner commented and touched my face and he gently lifted until our eyes met. That moment, I just noticed that Lautner and Mason have different eye colors, Lautner's eyes are brown while Mason's eyes are black. I think the color of their eyes is what's set them apart, and you can only differentiate them from each other if you look closely into their eyes.