Chestnut Brown Eyes Novels & Stories

“Do you know her?” Cheyenne asked and pressed her lips tightly together. Landon could hear her heart slamming against her rib cage in fear and realized there was more to the story than she was letting on. “You're scared. What else are you keeping from me?” He leaned towards her reassuringly. “Her eyes. She doesn't have an iris. She only has the white, and they are bloodshot.” Cheyenne gulped down nervously. Bloodshot eyes? A familiar feeling tugged at Landon, but he was in no position to think properly nor recall where he had seen such before.

her smell Invading me. "Yours are more beautiful.i have never seen anything like it.its like staring into another dimension.on one eye,the brown one is like the warmth of an everlasting hearth. It's beautifully deep and velvety.it is rich and soft, just like chocolate.and on the other eye,the blue is so pale,it's almost translucent. it's so beautiful and unique.I could stare into it for eternity.``.. "Did you just scrutinize my eyes".I chuckle.smiling shyly,she ducks her head.red tinting her cheeks.

Paperwork had to be done between Alphas and approved before the move could be done. My cousin and I have great genes. We both have black hair but her eyes are chocolate brown eyes while mine are icy-blue which sometimes takes on a deeper shade. We are two hot and curvaceous 5'8 tall women who could pass as sisters. I have always been confident in my sexuality.

The way he was looking at me made my breath hitch in my chest. That was when I noticed he had the deepest ocean blue eyes I have ever seen. They were much darker than mine, making his eyes look bigger than they were. His hair was a chestnut brown, almost appearing black. Even the five o’clock shadow he was sporting gave him a rugged yet handsome appearance. Feeling like I could get lost in his eyes, I looked down at his lips. They were alluring and full, making me wonder what it would be like to feel them against mine.

"Oh, thank you Greg. I don't know how I would have survived if you hadn't saved me." I smiled and led her over to the love seat. Once we were seated, her as close to me as she could get without being in my lap, I captured her gaze again her eyes were the most fascinating things I'd heard of the condition heterochromia but thought it was just one eye a different color from the other. Chastity's eyes were both two colors brown on the outside with a blue ring closer to the pupil. They were fascinating and enticing. I pushed. "Chastity I need to know everything about you so I'm going to ask you some questions and you won't be embarrassed by them or your answers and you will tell me the truth and

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

His rich, chocolate-colored skin exuded warmth and depth, capturing her attention not just physically but through the aura of ancient wisdom and power that enveloped him. Astrid found herself enamored by his strength, tempered by a gentle demeanor, and his confidence and charm were undeniable, setting her heart racing. His striking hazel-brown eyes held a subtle hint of green, reminiscent of the depths of a lush forest, and she found herself captivated by their depth and the secrets they concealed.

“I would like for you to attend dinner with us.” Garrett cleared his throat, his mismatched eyes staring down at me. For a moment, I wondered if people thought the same thing when looking into my eyes. My eyes were an exact replica of Garrett’s. One eye was a light blue, lighter than the sea or sky. The other eye was a rich brown, hints of honey and gold thrown into the mix. The sight was hypnotizing, both eyes bright and unique in their own way.

For little Miss Camy to have so much faith in me was… Well, I didn’t know how to handle it, so I found myself just staring at her as she went on about my fucking eye color. “They’re usually a lighter, golden brown. More of an orange-red-yellow really. Like a deep citrine. But now they’re just flat bullshit brown.” God, I didn’t know what to do with her intense scrutiny of my eyes either. It was causing this strange pressure to bloat in my chest, which was overwhelming and slightly uncomfortable. I’m pretty sure I wasn’t a fan. She needed to stop seeing so much of me.

My caramel eyes look back at her hurting blue eyes. Blue? Her eyes aren't fucking blue! Daisy has brown eyes! Sweet chocolate brown eyes. I blink a few times and check again. Hoping that I wasn't seeing anything and just needed glasses. But no. Her eyes stayed the same. I look back at her sad blue eyes. They are blue. Her eyes are blue.