Cinnamon Eyes 소설 & 이야기

He accepted his fate and gave another envelope. Miley explained, "This is a makeup contouring brush. It's used to blend the makeup on the cheekbones and nose." Cyrus nearly spat blood. Lindsay took out a small palette with little segments in different shades of deep orange and yellow inside. "May I ask you all that this is?" "This is the one! To apply on the eyes!" Christin's eyes lit up. He had learnt this before! Cyrus replied confidently, "Yes, it's eyeshadow."

REIGN I gazed at Cora as she struggled to come up with an answer to my question. I found myself mesmerized by the way her long and velvety lashes moved up and down while she blinked. Her brows were thick but shaped like the crescent moon. Her eyes were like pools of deep enchanting hazel, reflecting warmth and mystery. Her lips, a shade of delicate rich pink, ignited the fire within me, making me want to taste them all over again. The contours of her face were gracefully sculpted, with a gentle curve of a smile that added an extra layer of allure, creating a captivating blend of elegance and charm.

I blinked away tears from my eyes to clear the blurriness, but it wasn't working. Hendrix gently used his palm to dry my continual running tears, his other hand still tightly wound around my waist. His face was closer to mine after weeks. I missed staring at that extravagantly beautiful face. Even though my sight was blurred, I still got my fill of his midnight blue eyes and the thickness of his dark caramel blond lashes had doubled as if he hadn't given them a trim for years. His eyes were deep from stress but the extra thickness of his lashes gave his eyes a gorgeous frame. It made even his exhausted face look dazzling.

Kilan was the first to speak, and he was barely audible, “What happened here?“ He asked, tears garnering up in his hazel eyes. It was the first hazel eyes Rizine ever came across, and it was alluring and held a dose of warmth a few minutes ago in their palace. Right now, all his eyes held were tears and unanswered questions.

His eyes are gray. Zinna comes forward fully for the first time. She has always had to shield the babies just in case. I hear a gasp and turn to look in the mirror behind the couch. My hair was glowing purple and my eyes glowed like emeralds. I feel Zinna’s magic wash over me, it isn’t as dark as Nick’s but also isn't as gold and pure as Crescendas. I watch in the mirror for a few and see Nick’s eyes and hair return to their normal colors. Zinna pokes out our bottom lip pouting, but also recedes. Nick starts to talk.

Alex asked. Recovering her smile, Cassy met her friend’s gaze in the mirror. “Oh nothing, I just wish I had dark eyes like you to really complete my Ash Mount look.” Alex smiled, mouth open, about to speak, when a darkness spread through Cassy’s irises. Like a drop of ink in water, the colour spread until her eyes were pure black. They both flinched. The colour was a stark difference to her usual green and Cassy half expected black blood to drip from her tear ducts like she had been possessed or something.

Leonardo inquired. "What?" "Describe your face, your body, your hair, everything about you." "Why, sir?" "Angela, I'm blind, but I still have a vivid imagination. When we talk, I want to see your face in my head. " Angela smiled. "OK, I have bulging eyes, a funnel nose, curly hair, I'm fat, I have puffy lips; in short, I have an ugly face," Angela said proudly. "OK, you can go now."

She sighed frustratedly. "Look, I don't know why you are doing this but let me tell you, I am not your wife. I am not Cali Ruth. I understand why you are saying this. It is because we look almost the same, right?" He just chuckled on hearing her while shaking his head a little. "See. Your wife had hazel eyes while mine are heterochromic." She said and he got lost in her unique pair of eyes. As he looked closely, he could see that her left eye was a beautiful shade of gunmetal blue and there were some swirls of hazel in it too but it was dominated by the grey-blue. While her right eye was hazel in color with some swirls of blue in it but dominated by the hazel. Her eyes were really unique.

under his breath. “Can I please have my glasses?” she asked innocently. “Do you need them?” he asked, not too keen to give them back to her. “Yes, I need them.” His hand opened and he let her take her things. Placing the keys and chap stick back in her bag, she then put on her spectacles and he blinked again. The tinted lenses helped keep the first reaction down to a minimum and that was why Ceanna really wore glasses. Her vision was perfect, but the almost golden color of her irises was a major distraction for anyone who saw them.

he said. “I notice everything about you,” she said. “You know that.” He looked at her for a moment. Then he turned back to the stove. But she saw it, the small, private smile. The one he didn’t know he was doing. She kept it. Filed it with all the others. They ate at the table. With the good wine again. Candles, he’d bought new ones, she noticed, slightly taller than the ones that had burned low the last time. She looked at the candles.