Chestnut Brown Eyes Mga Nobela at Kwento

I whispered. He chuckled and I closed my eyes as heat rushed to settle between my legs. “You have beautiful brown eyes. I thought your test was interesting.” “M- my test?,” I asked, not really needing an answer, but wanting to hear him keep talking. “Yes, Natasha. Your test. Your eyes are not blue like your mother’s, but brown like your father’s. Next time, make it harder.” “It’s not a test I want to make harder,” I purred.

Jem answers. A blonde muscled guy who's a bit shorter than Jem approaches. Stopping by my chair he nods in Hunters direction. "This should be fun." He murmurs looking excited at the prospect of some drama. "Why?" I twist my head to look up at new guy. I realise that his eyes are mismatched. One blue and the others split. Half of the iris the same blue as his right eye but the other half is a light brown. "Woah, pretty." I breathe.

I try to draw another breath, but it feels like my lungs have stopped working and there’s no signal it can read from my brain. She’s short, like 5’6 ", compared to my 6’2". That difference in size should bother me, but it doesn’t. I don’t have an insane desire to protect her because of her size. I just think it will look cute. Her skin is a warm, caramel color. It looks almost golden in my eyes. I’m not sure whether that’s real or the mate bond. Her eyes are a chocolate brown, big and bright. Her lashes are long, and that just calls more attention to her eyes.

But I won’t be so lucky every time. Since we’re true mates; and royalty, our children will be quite strong princes or princesses. “Your eyes are unusual.” The healer, whom I’ve learned is named Rosanne, spoke as she flashed a light back and forth between my eyes. “What do you mean?” I asked. I blinked a few times when she took the light away. “Well, nearly all werewolves have dark brown eyes. Yours are very bright. They’re more.. golden than anything.” She said. She checked a few things on her checklist and looked at me.

yes sir". Got it? You are mine for two weeks" He reminded her and jutted her chin up with his fingers to look into her eyes. Their eyes clashed. His eyes drank the reflection of her eyes. Pure innocence, cute, but a little dull. They are light brown in color. Few times he witnessed her eyes turning Hazel in daylight. More particularly in sunlight. "Aren't you"? He asked her again with a hint of dark look passed through his eyes daring her to deny him again. She gulped as her eyes studied his evident one's and dropped her head escaping from his grip. She reluctantly nodded in approval.

Her skin was a shade or two darker than a creamy olive, due to a tan I was sure she received from being out in the sun a lot. Her eyes were a chestnut brown and were larger than any eyes I have ever seen. Every feature she possessed looked to be perfect, almost like she had some cosmetic work down, yet it was obviously natural. She was nearly a half a foot taller than me, with legs that I would kill for.

Usually Blue, Golden and Brown eyes are common here. Alessandro's eye color was magical. When his color changed like the season. His eyes stayed brownish golden when he was calm. But when he got excited or angry, his eyes turned Golden like a Burning flame. " Oh! Yeah. Are they weird? Sorry. I got it from my mother. A drop of blue in the center of silver eyes. I don't like them actually!" I chuckled while checking my eyes. Those eyes that made my life hell. I put the dark brown lenses on my eyes before smiling... " I used to be bullied because of my eyes and me being a human. So I don't keep those eyes exposed!"

Her hair was pulled into a sophisticated low bun, silky tendrils framing her face like wisps of a dream lost, and a tiny diamond choker accentuated her neck and caught the light with every breath she took. Still, her eyes really caught my attention. Rich brown and vivid orange, they reflected the colours of a burning sunset—deep, soulful browns overlaid with brilliant, fiery bursts that seemed to change with her every feeling. These were the eyes that could hold secrets older than suffering itself and strip you bare with a glance.

His eyes become level with mine and I gasp, studying them. His chocolate eyes are now glowing a lighter brown color. It was amazing, the way the light emitted power and highlighted his pupils. He studies my reaction, letting me look at him and take him in. I lift my own hands and rub just below his eyes, focusing on the dark flecks mixed in with the light glow. “They're beautiful,” I whisper, watching the dark glow blink at me.

I couldn't help but make the brightest smile ever and said to the girls “can you imagine me? A little girl who just changed completely her life, had gone through a lot of bad events and finally finds someone who doesn't label her as strange for having one amber eye and a blue one. I immediately decided I had to be friends with this guy” With a smirk on his face he said “You are belittling what I saw. Your eyes are not just amber and blue. The warm notes of caramel brown are beautifully mixed with green and orange notes, reminding me of the beautiful forest in autumn. On the other side there's this super light blue, with turquoise and green stripes that make me think of forests in the summer