Chestnut Brown Eyes Novels & Stories

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

They increased in pace but stopped abruptly once they reached the other side of the pit. I wasn’t fooling myself, and neither was Rayna. We knew this wasn’t Zack, and that whether it was some trickster or old magic, we were being taunted by something wearing his face. That fact made it even more blood chilling when his eyes opened and stared at me through the darkness. The whites of his eyes were most visible, followed by his pupil which nearly swallowed the deep brown and mossy green of his iris. The unique color was a mixture of Mom and Dad’s eyes. One held the beauty of the forest, and the other the richness of the earth.

"Yes, I have. When you would come over, I'd sit on the couch and pretend to watch the television but really, I'd just stare at the way the light danced off you as you concentrated so hard on those damn bills." "Oh…" I whispered. "What else do you find this average?" he prompted. "My eyes." "Yes… brown you called them. They aren't, you know?" "They're not?" "No, your eyes are hazel. You may not see the green and gold in them, but I do. They turn this bright green when you get pissed or scared. Or they soften to gold when you're… let's say happy," He ended in a wink that told me what he really meant by that.

Chloe snapped her fingers in front of my face. "That confirms it" Crystal stated like it was the best news she had heard so far "Oh I can hear wedding bells already" Whoa. Pause. What?. That is way too far. "What do think their babies will look like?" Crystal asked dreamily. "They will probably have Kamara's awesome brown skin and Chris's hot blue eyes and the girls must have that awesome body and great behind that will make guys ask for death" "Ladies please" I put my hands over my ears "nothing of that sort will happen"

She just gazed at me, her eyes piercing and unyielding, as if waiting for me to explain or justify my outburst. It was then that I truly saw her eyes, like two rich, velvety brown pools that seemed to hold a depth of emotion and understanding. They were fringed with thick lashes that added to their allure, and their warmth drew me in like a gentle embrace. Her eyes were like melted chocolate, smooth and inviting, with hints of golden light that danced in their depths. They were eyes that seemed to see right through to my soul, and yet, they held a softness that made me feel like I was gazing into a gentle summer breeze.

Here stood my source of joy and strength. His eyes, like two shimmering hazelnuts, gazed up at me with a deep, ancient wisdom. Their golden-brown rims and mossy green centers sparkled with a sense of wonder and curiosity. Flecks of brown, green, and gold danced across his eyes, glowing with a brightness that seemed to hold a secret truth. It always amazed me because neither his father nor I possessed such captivating hazel eyes. While his father’s eyes were a deep forest green, mine were pure obsidian with a hint of shimmer that his father often mistook for tears. Though Tristan inherited some features from me, like the shape of my face and lips, he bore little resemblance to his father, lea

The last pair I looked at was his. His eyes charmed me. They pulled me in like a was fish dangling on the end of a line. I had never seen eyes like it… come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a man like him before. Those eyes though… they were a mixture of green, blue and hazel, with a yellow ring around the pupil. They were both enthralling yet creepy.

I leaned more towards her until there was a few inches gap between us... {stop, dude, don't make it hard for me to control myself}. She has shrunk herself as much as she can, and her gaze is fixed on the floor. "Look at me," I whispered. I waited for her to comply, but she didn't do anything and shivered... {Is it cruel to like this kind of effect on her?} ... "Look at me, Chicky", I again whispered and finally, after a few seconds, she looked me in the eyes. I had never accepted it before, but her eyes attracted me the most. For others, she just had regular black eyes, but when you look carefully, you can see the mind-blasting details in her eyes. Her eyes have many different shades of dark