Cinnamon Eyes の小説・ストーリー

In the world where social hierarchy exists, there’s an 8 year old girl who lives in an orphanage and works for money. She has golden hair, and rainbowed eyes. Her eyes can change depending on how she feels. If she’s angry, her eyes will turn to red, if she’s sad, her eyes will turn to blue, but her normal eye colour is golden brown. “Clementine!” the head of the orphanage shouted to her. She quickly runs towards the room next to her, then asks the head.

Aria had always been prone to the belief that hazel eyes were boring, which she'd always thought was a perfect match for the ever-so-boring Adrian. But as she gazed into them now, she was concluding that his eyes weren't truly brown. They were the colour of copper colliding with cinnamon. Like that warm and sweet honey, you mix into your tea in the morning, but as night draws closer, it becomes the dark chocolate submerged in a cup of cocoa on a chilly night. The brown hazel that completely engulfs you like a warm blanket as you look out to the stars. The Hazel that reminds you that you're finally home and safe.

Chapter 6 He was waving his hand while wearing that huge smile on his lips. Right from where I am right now, I can totally see how perfect Sean Cohen is. He even removed his sunglasses, which made me see the delight from those alluring eyes. Did I mention how good his looks are? From those thick black brows and to his almond eyes that were perfectly paired with his thick eyelashes. His nose was not pointed, but it was perfectly shaped. His thick heart shaped lips were naturally red that could probably seduce every woman.

Kai smirks, “I think so. They’re only eyes, they can’t be that bad, can they?” Ash leans forward a little, and nods. She purses her lips and reaches for the glasses, pulling them down slowly. Her eyes are a vibrant dark-green which makes Kai think of malachite stones he’d seen with the darker lines radiating out from the centre. But that wasn’t the truly astonishing thing about her eyes. The ring around her pupils, with thin lines radiating out towards the edge of the iris, is bright orange. But the orange was glowing softly.

Cassian placed his hand gently on my waist, tugging me backwards until my back was against his chest. "Did you do that to them," I asked slowly, glancing down at his bloody hand that stained my shirt. He hummed softly, leaning closer to the side of head and inhaling deeply. "You smell like honey and vanilla," he said huskily, tightening his grip around my waist as he brushed my hair aside to brush his nose against my neck. "Sweet mate." I turned slightly to glance into his eyes. They were black with a hue of red dancing in the depths. Somehow it was far more terrifying than the usual red or gold or dark brown eyes…it was darker.

However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.

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.

he whispered as he let my hand go and shifted his gaze back to the road. Instantly, my cheeks turned crimson at the remark. Francine was kind enough to warn me about her nephew. Looking at him now made me realize why women fell for him. A man this charming should be avoided. “You have nice eyes. Are you wearing contact lenses?” Cain asked after throwing me a brief glance. Even though he wasn't looking directly at me, I shook my head. “They are natural. It's a birth condition called Heterochromia Iridum… my grandmother has the same condition.”

♞—Lorenzo Hazel eyes, hazel cat eyes... a combination of brown, green, and gold. I have never seen a woman with such eyes. They were unique, almost attractive. They were one of the best indicators of how much trouble she can be. They're piercing, intense, and honest. They show a lot of things, but they also hide a lot of things—for instance, her fear. Her eyes mesmerized me, I couldn't get them out of my mind. They contrasted perfectly well with her strawberry-blonde hair.

My eyes struggle to focus on the man standing before me with his arms wrapped around me as they move up towards his face, taking in the beautiful chocolate skin that could only belong to Lucern. When my eyes reach his face, I am struck by the beauty of his eyes. The deepest color of black stares back at me, surrounded by long, dark lashes. His almond shaped eyes reminds me of an Egyptian’s and was breathtaking in its beauty. As I watch, red begins to flood his iris, transforming the black to a bright red.