Cinnamon Eyes Novels & Stories

I hoped that they would be more successful than we were, otherwise we would have to go hungry. Rowena was still seated on the floor and her color hadn't fully recovered. Even her eyes were still dull, although they were now hazel instead of just dark. I wondered whether colorful eyes were a thing that all Fae had. Oisin definitely had them too. They weren't just colorful, but they seemed to change color from moment to moment. Oisin's eyes had even become a dull brown back at the inn when his sister wasn't doing well. I always saw it but it was just something that seemed to slip my notice ever since. It was especially easy for me to be curious about it now because I was trying my best not to

“There is the rest of your explanation.” Cillian turned sharply then went still. His eyes widened as our eyes met. He looked at me the way I always dreamed of Candido looking at me, with so much love and passion that I felt a little overwhelmed under his gaze. His eyes were full of hope. The air stilled, stopping dead. The glint of his eyes vanished revealing his true eye color: a warm hazel. For a moment, I felt like we were connected. I felt a bit hot and utterly shaken. I knew him somehow. The problem was that I had never met this man before.

I yelled at the bartender who nodded without bothering to look at me. Was I that unappealing? Maybe I stopped taking care of myself. Now I looked ugly. Lisa was prettier. She had captivating bright but deep brown eyes, it was confusing. Mine was just amber. An amber so light that it could pierce your soul. I heard that once. That my eyes were unique. Like a character in a game. Or makeup dress up. Maybe Antonio was scared of my eyes.

She nodded her own pain in her eyes. "He will tell you she has the most beautiful French violet eyes, like an endless whirling pool of cyan cornflower blue shading and faint Mikado yellow highlights. At first, you'll think it's brownish gold, but when you look closer, you'll see that it is actually Mikado yellow. When that time comes, he will make you feel like shit, a worthless piece of shit." "I don't think I will ever feel that," I smiled as tears rolled over my lips.

"No. It feels... loud. But a good loud. Like an orchestra tuning up." Cale turned his head to look at Elion. He studied Elion's face for a long moment, his eyes moving from the hairline to the chin. "What?" Elion asked, self-conscious. "Do I have cake on my face? We didn't even cut the cake." "Your eyes," Cale said. "What about them?" "They are not just green," Cale said softly. "They are moss. And sea glass. And there are flecks of... amber. Not gold. Amber. Like old resin."

Cami said. As she spoke, the little girl’s eyes opened, and Cami gasped. “What?” I asked moving closer. Her eyes were a gorgeous violet color that seemed to swirl with crystal coloring. Something I had never seen before. “Her eyes are stunning,” I commented, wanting to assure Cami she was perfect. “She is more powerful than I thought,” Cami stated, taking a calming breath.

“Just…I’m sorry. Please may I have one more glass of your fabulous beer.” “And my eyes?” she repeats, leaning over the bar. “What’s wrong with them?" I force myself to look upwards. Of course she has jade eyes. Just like Cesar. She isn’t typically beautiful, like Robyn or Cassandra. But she has a cool fierceness. Her hair is plaited sharply down the centre of her head, brown and blonde streaks of mismatched colour. Her confirmed jade eyes shimmer brightly from her dark olive skin. Full lips but not set in a cute pout or cupid-bow.

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.

I said, "adorable girls with fiery red hair and stunning green eyes." Cassandra chuckled, and a playful glint lit up her eyes as she responded, "Actually, I prefer cute boys with tousled blonde hair and mischievous blue eyes."

I wanted to have a bite to test if it tasted as sweet as it looked. Next, she pulled the two stems of the sunglasses, unveiling a set of dangerously seductive siren eyes. Yes—siren eyes. The irises were a pale shade of green, with a ring of gold surrounding the pupils. *Mio Dio—I've never seen eyes so bewitching in my life. Then she lifted off the cap, letting silky waves of brunette hair fall over her slender shoulders, and combed her fingers through her messy tresses. My heart did a weird dance in my chest. The girl looked like she was around my age, but her eyes gave off the vibe of a vixen that would lure men to their doom.