Cinnamon Eyes Novels & Stories

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.

Her beige hazel eyes were shimmering with tears even in that darkness which was prevailing inside the room and where the only source of light was that dim tea light . Inessa's glossy eyes continued to stare at those cavernous dark gaze of his which now had turned more inky and voracious by watching her standing in front of him.

I soaked in all of his beautiful features. Then I saw them. The slits in his eyelids cracked open slowly, his smile becoming more prominent as his stunning and warm hazel eyes met my chocolate-brown ones. It reminded me of when we were at my hidden oasis back home, and he commented on occasion that every time he looked into my eyes, it always made him want candy afterward. My eyes were uniquely my own. They were big, doe-like eyes, a rich chocolate brown, but they had a sliver of caramel around the centers.

Lancelin sighed. I rose to look him in the eyes as a chill ran down my spine at the focus in his gaze. It wasn’t a chill of fear, quite the opposite actually. His eyes had gone back to the light topaz colour they usually are and I realized at that instant that his eyes changed colour according to his moods. If he was angry or agitated, the colour darkened to an amber gold rather than the bright topaz of his normal gaze. I’d never seen Acelin’s eyes do that and I found it immensely fascinating to see the changes in him. I wondered at what else his eyes could do.

I looked up and froze. I opened my eyes to see Cassian Moretti’s set of ocean blue eyes, No. Cold blue eyes… and so close beaide him was a very hot brunette woman in a bikini.

Here stood my source of joy and strength. His eyes, like two shimmering hazelnuts, gazed up at me with a deep, ancient wisdom. Their golden-brown rims and mossy green centers sparkled with a sense of wonder and curiosity. Flecks of brown, green, and gold danced across his eyes, glowing with a brightness that seemed to hold a secret truth. It always amazed me because neither his father nor I possessed such captivating hazel eyes. While his father’s eyes were a deep forest green, mine were pure obsidian with a hint of shimmer that his father often mistook for tears. Though Tristan inherited some features from me, like the shape of my face and lips, he bore little resemblance to his father, lea

Her neck glistens, capturing the light with a captivating shine. I can't take my eyes off her. Her sharp chin and visible oval jawline perfectly frame her face, accentuating her beauty. Her love-shaped lips, adorned with a baby pink lip gloss, invite me in with a gentle allure. As my gaze travels upward, I notice her thick eyelashes, delicately framing her mesmerizing eyes. The baby pinkish glittering eye shades she's wearing add a touch of magic, enhancing the sparkle in her gaze.

And I wished he hadn't because the next thing I knew, an ear-piercing scream left my throat and I panicked with a new fear. Crimson was just a color until my eyes landed on his. A deep wine-colored hue rested in his eyes, the rim of the pupil had a deep golden boundary, the black dot between enclosed with silvery touch. It was beautiful in a way that I realized no normal human would ever possess such distinct features. My eyes frantically moved towards his hand encircled around my wrist for he had curved nails that were utterly unusual and strange.