Novel & Cerita Cinnamon Eyes

I answered short. Then, she came to sit next to me, took a cigarette, and lit it without asking, as if the cigarette was her own. Then, she also looked at the surroundings. I could see her hazel eyes gleaming. Yeah, people often mistook it for brown or green. Cigarette smoke blew from her ripe lips. Once later, she moved her hair behind one of her ears. I could see her shrouded in a mist of elegance.

After business hours, of course. I gave a remark about her being the maid and countered, pronouncing her name incorrectly on purpose. Her fake smile disappeared immediately, replaced by a sexy smug look. A look of what she truly is; a mad woman. Fucking hot. But her eyes—no matter how much she smiles, there is fire in them--passion and wrath. Just by looking at them, I can tell that she is frequently either pissed, or very pissed. I heard she has Heterochromia—her supposedly blue eyes were partially damaged because of an ugly fall as a child, causing her inner irises, just near the pupil, to turn orange or maybe brown, whichever it is, it made her beautiful. Her orange specks on her right ir

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.

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.

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.”

I rub my eyes, and finally get to the living room to see who the other person was. I've never seen this man in my life. He has dark hair, and a beautiful shade of brown eyes. It's not a deep brown, but a creamy chocolate kind of brown. His eyes are on me, and they break from my eyes and take me in fully. I'm quiet and take in a deep breath. I can finally make out what that smell really smelt like. Pine cones. The woods.

Her mouth was pinched in a worried pout, and her normally straight, dark brows were knit in a frown. Cassy made an effort to smooth her expression into one complete unconcern and glanced critically at her hair. It was no longer short, but wound into a sleek knot atop her head, leaving thick wisps to frame her face. She didn't paint like so many women did, but relied on her natural complexion and a small bit of lip balm. She did not want lamp black to line her eyes as her lashes were thick and heavy, and she preferred not getting the red eyes that concoction usually produced. But today, she thought grimly, she looked terribly pale and colourless. Maybe she should use the balm on her cheeks, o