Chestnut Brown Eyes Novels & Stories

"Axe. Call me Axe. I'm not used to it." "May I hug you?" I queried. He quickly looked up, and I wasn't sure what was wrong with my query. He was very attractive, which is something I had never considered before. very attractive His eyes had a distinctive tint. Oh, I'll just explain. His eyes are a light ash hue in one and a light hazel tint in the other. I may name it heterochromia because I found it really attractive to drown in them. His lips were flawless, and his eyebrows were extremely thick. How could such a wonderful combination just be visible on his face? Did God truly love his people? I started to feel envious.

Kira has a head full of dark chestnut-brown curls, laced with butterscotch-colored highlights, big ocean blue-green eyes, and the same golden honey color wrapped around her pupils. Then there's me, and I also had dark chestnut brown hair, but as I've grown older, my hair has lightened into a bright, wavy auburn-red. My eyes are bright emerald green with mom's golden honey color wrapped around my pupils. My right eye is paler than my left because half of it is that same icy silver-green color my sisters have, and it goes unnoticed in my eyes unless you look very closely. No one knows where the silvery-green or emerald-green in our eyes comes from. Our dad’s eyes are ocean blue-green, very sim

I took another look at his eyes, and like an idiot, immediately blurted out, "Hazel." . He cocked his head at me. "Excuse me?" "Your eyes. They're hazel. I was wondering. They're really nice. Do you always keep them hidden behind that hair of yours?" I watched him retreat behind said hair again. Oh, that sounded like a come-on. Jeff, get a grip! "My eyes are brown," was all he said. I didn't think so. Timothy's eyes had been—were—brown, and I was pretty sure Daniel's were nothing like his.

And, as I told Cecilia, I didn't plan to let her leave my side until she was finally marked. I had to admit, I was surprised by Cecilia's appearance. Though I hadn't seen it initially, my mate was a perfect mixture of her father & mother. Even more so than her brother & sister. Cecilia still had her beautiful kind brown eyes, but you could clearly see the crack in them. They weren't the usual dark pink on one side & brown on the other though, just all brown with a crack in the irises. She had aged well, though she had crows feet around her eyes & her kinky coils were graying. She still had that same gorgeous smile my mate had. Cecilia's skin was darker than my mate's, but her eyes were a lig

I immediately kick back into his shin, and he cries out in pain. But…wait. Something is wrong. Making very sure that there is no room for him to make a single move, I search for his eyes. They are a deep dark chocolate brown that is glimmering under the moonlight rushing through the open windows above. I do even dare go as far and say that there is a smile behind the sparkle that they hold.

Reuben. The first time I laid my eyes upon her, she was just a thick tuft of chestnut red. Her hair had a warm hue of chestnuts, an under tone of red woven right into the brown. It was pleasant and it tumbled over her shoulders like rusty water, capturing the light in vibrant ruby hues. She had a pale heart-shaped face and was rather petite and dainty. Delicate, if you will. Peeking through her thick chestnut strands were eyes of the palest blue, like the warm reddish brown guarding the pools of cool water.

he shrugs and I can't tell if he doesn't know the exact color or he just forgot it, so I add yet another question. "Okay, but are we talking Nespresso brown, sienna brown, saddle brown, M&M, mummy brown, kobi,-" before I could even finish, a giant American bronze brown wolf was in front of me. It also had black tips which were near none existent, and his chest was white. He had black-shaded eyes which were glossy and pearly all at the same time. I place my hand on his face to feel his fur that looked rich and healthy. He nugs me on my chest and I take a step back in giggles.

He growled. “Then explain how there’s a literally carbon copy of you is running around this hospital.” “How the hell would I know?” he asked, exasperated. “He has your eyes, your nose, your hair–” “Like eighty percent of every other person on this planet. Brown hair and eyes are common, mom. Very common.” “Not the Kincaid eyes.” She retorted vehemently. “The Kincaid brown is one of a kind.” That made him pause. A good majority of mother’s family all had the same shade of brown eyes. It was a fascinating mix of brown and gold, with a hint of green and blue. He hadn’t seen anyone with the same eye color outside of his family.

he asked. I couldn’t help but groan on the inside at that question. How could he notice that in one day? So I thought it better to prove him wrong by looking at him. “Am I?” I asked him while looking straight into his eyes. He didn’t answer instantly but he kept looking at me. I couldn’t help looking at him too. In that moment I saw his eyes change colour, from onyx to a rich brighter chocolate brown. I could easily see that he was mimicking my own eye colour. I heard his train of thoughts, Wow, her eyes. They are hazel brown but with a light shine coming from them.

Close enough now that she could see more than the gleam of his armor. His hair was dark brown — almost black — but when the candlelight caught it, she saw the deep chestnut underneath. A single lock had slipped loose from where it was tied at the back, brushing against his temple. His eyes were the color of worn leather, warm and deep, the kind that could pull you in and hold you there. A faint shadow of stubble lined his jaw, broken only by the pale curve of an old scar running from just under his cheekbone to the edge of his mouth.