Chestnut Brown Eyes Novels & Stories

“They live in a little cabin on the coast. I’ll take you to meet them as soon as you’re settled.” My chest hollowed out. I constructed a smile on my mouth, building it lip by lip, tooth by tooth. “Oh,” I said, forcing a laugh from my throat. “I misunderstood. I’m sorry.” He looked at me then, with some emotion I couldn’t read in his eyes. He said something that I didn’t hear; I was too lost in his irises, night-dark like the gaps between the stars. Only – only they weren’t, not quite; when he tilted his head like that and the sun hit them, they revealed themselves to be a very, very dark brown, like tree bark in midwinter. One of his pupils flared out more than the other, too, making his who

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. A desert one.

They fit well together. It made me feel sick. Then I got to the family pictures, including pictures of the three of them and pictures of just him holding a little girl. She looked just like her mom, with blonde hair and the same button nose, but her eyes were green instead of Hazel’s blue. I didn’t understand what that meant and why Giana was so stunned to see Siri's eye color until I researched it. Everything I found said that if one of the parents has brown eyes, the children will have brown eyes, as it is the dominant gene.

Her cheeks flushed such a pretty shade of pink, and her chest heaved up and down. Slowly, her eyes fluttered open, and she looked at him with those big brown eyes of hers. Long lashes framed their warmth. Chocolate wasn't an accurate description for them. They were warmer, more delicious. There was a hint of gold and green near her pupils that hinted at depths still to be explored. And he definitely wanted to explore her depths.

Wasn't those the same shade of brown that had ruled my dreams for months now? I catch glimpse of the face of another, bald head and bulgy stomach, I do not make much of this. What catches my attention and holds me almost captive is the face of a beautiful woman. She was pretty in a way that almost seemed too good to be in this sort of paper, at least under the headline I see. Her hair is a dark brown the shade of chestnut too, her eyes are the deep blue of the sea. She has full lips, the type we often associate with Africans, yet it does not look so odd in that pretty heart shaped face. Her gentle doe eyes give away much though, even though the grainy picture of the newspaper, one can clearl

Literally. Maddie was a brunette petite lady. She had deep-set downturned chocolate brown eyes and an oval face shape. Her brother Mathew had the same colours of eyes as her, they both had their mother's eyes but Mathew had chestnut brown hair like their father, unlike Maddie whose hair was chocolate brown like their mother.

A woman like that would never look at me more than once. Speaking of eyes, she had beautiful eyes. I admired those who had brown eyes a lot. It was my favorite tone; it reminded me of an autumn afternoon, with leaves falling to the ground. And the kind of brown in that woman's eyes was unique. A burnt tone, but slightly pulled to the gold. It was almost Jessy, almost yellowish, but it was still brown. It was still brown dry leaf color, and matched perfectly with the dark and outlined eyebrows.

Like what? My cheeks burned as I recalled the intensity of his gaze. His dark eyes were piercing. They were brown, a coffee brown that darkened to a dark piercing color when he was... in the mood. At least that was what I had thought. I couldn't help it! One minute we were spitting words at each other and the next, we were at each other's face, kissing like ravenous nymphos.

I soaked in all of his beautiful features. Then I saw them. The slits in his eyelids cracked open slowly, his smile becoming more prominent as his stunning and warm hazel eyes met my chocolate-brown ones. It reminded me of when we were at my hidden oasis back home, and he commented on occasion that every time he looked into my eyes, it always made him want candy afterward. My eyes were uniquely my own. They were big, doe-like eyes, a rich chocolate brown, but they had a sliver of caramel around the centers.