Chestnut Brown Eyes Novels & Stories

He heard her calling out to one of the naughtier chickens, a black one with a bright red comb, to be precise. At that, he chuckled. Lajo? She’s given them names too. He caught a glimpse of her eyes. They were different from the ones he’d seen so far. They were sharp and a clear, dark shade of brown, like crystals of amber. Her expression was amusing, like that of a toddler’s executing an ‘incredibly difficult and important task’.

When he sees me shyly looking he gives me a soft smile and I quickly look away, embarrassed that I was caught looking. “You can look at me.” His voice is smooth and he carefully moves his hand from my thigh to my chin to tilt my face to look at him. The warmth of his fingers under my chin feels better than I would like to admit. I raise my eyes to meet his. Up close his eyes are even more fascinating. The purple iris is slightly lighter in the middle and he has a darker ring around the edge, making his eyes look like they almost shine with an inner light. “You have beautiful eyes. I have never seen eyes with that color before. I can’t decide if they are green or brown. It seems like they cha

She nodded her own pain in her eyes. "He will tell you she has the most beautiful French violet eyes, like an endless whirling pool of cyan cornflower blue shading and faint Mikado yellow highlights. At first, you'll think it's brownish gold, but when you look closer, you'll see that it is actually Mikado yellow. When that time comes, he will make you feel like shit, a worthless piece of shit." "I don't think I will ever feel that," I smiled as tears rolled over my lips.

He asked in excitement. “Is this a joke?” I said irritatingly. I had no idea if he really didn’t have a clue of what he was saying or he was just making fun of me. “I bet it’s hazel brown. Isn’t it?” He questioned in a teasing tone. “And why would it be hazel brown?” I asked crossing my arms on my chest having no clue what hazel brown looked like. “Mr Brown’s eyes colour. Duh… Haven’t you notic-” He cut himself midsentence.

"A..." He starts to lean in, and I get a good view of his eyes. Starview Magazine, one of the leading gossip papers in the country right now, has listed him as one of the hottest young heirs of our generation. A panel had talked lengthily about his eyes and I remember rolling my own when I saw how cheesy the writing was. For me, they were just Seb's eyes, ones that were as familiar to me as the back of my hand. But now, I can sort of understand why. Seb's eyes are a mystery. They're not quite green and they're not brown, either. Hazel, I think that's what people would call it. And now they're looking into mine, melting me.

So was having sex. But this petite human girl hiding in the depth of my large bed looks at me without a single fear in her eyes. She watches me with one of her eyes watching me from underneath her hair, her other eye hidden from me. I'm yet to get the color of her eyes because just yesterday they were the darkest shades of black I'd ever seen, dark as a stormy night's darkness itself. And tonight, they were shades of fading brown color, the type that appears to have rusty green pigment mixed with it. And they were beautiful.

His jaw has unclenched but his eyes are still closed. “It doesn’t matter what had happened, I’m here with you now” My mate’s eyes slowly opens and immediately, our eyes connect. For a moment his eyes are still dark but then his wolf allows us – as humans – to see each other. His irises are perfect. Before, I had only ever seen them as brown. Sometimes chocolate. But no – they were so much more. It was like someone had taken the forest in autumn and everything that came with it and had placed it into Felix’s eyes. And it was amazing.

Aria had always been prone to the belief that hazel eyes were boring, which she'd always thought was a perfect match for the ever-so-boring Adrian. But as she gazed into them now, she was concluding that his eyes weren't truly brown. They were the colour of copper colliding with cinnamon. Like that warm and sweet honey, you mix into your tea in the morning, but as night draws closer, it becomes the dark chocolate submerged in a cup of cocoa on a chilly night. The brown hazel that completely engulfs you like a warm blanket as you look out to the stars. The Hazel that reminds you that you're finally home and safe.

I answered, shrugging my shoulders. “Well, they do. What color are they exactly? Black? Brown?” he asked as he looked into my eyes deeply, clearly trying to figure out the exact color. “They’re a mix of black and hazelnut,” I answered. “Wow. Mine are pure black. Got that from my father,” he said, rolling his eyes. “For some reason, I’m the only one among my siblings whose eye color isn’t mixed. The rest of my siblings took a mix of colors from my parents and grandparents”.

He was smiling and happy and his hands were reaching out to me. And yet, I couldn't move. I was frozen as I looked at his eyes. The eyes which were a deep brown like mine, or, were supposed to be. They had somehow become lighter, turning into a light chestnut that somehow glowed against the rays of sun permeating the room. But that wasn’t even the most worrisome part. No. What made me freeze was the light ring of blue that seemed to circled the eyes. It was so small, so light, that one would have barely seen it, but I did.