Cinnamon Eyes 소설 & 이야기

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.

I asked Nina. “I was torn between the black or cream” “I’m guessing cream would be a better color, it should bring out your eyes too and give you a less ‘I’m planning your assassination look’” I teased making Nina smile, looking at her through the mirror, I showed her a crystal set which Nathan and I had picked out for her yesterday at the jeweler, of course she was yet to learn about that.

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.

"I already vowed to be someone else's Luna." His expression softened. "I heard about that, too, and I'm not here to convince you to choose my brother over him, but I do hope that you would at least consider your options. Anyway, Ahma baked some cinnamon for everyone. Let's go grab some--" Lynel paused. His eyes turned gold as if he connected with someone through mind link, and when his eyes went back to its normal shade, he cursed under his breath. My forehead creased. "What's wrong?"

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

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

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.

She believed she had guessed properly. The young woman was gorgeous. Her outfit is quite flattering on her. Her hair was styled perfectly, her eyes were piercing, her nose was exquisite, and her lips were rosy. She adores the color of her eyes. Aren't those contact lenses in her eyes? Her eyes are the same hue as a young master's, but lighter. Her long black hair has white highlights. Why should she be feared by the girls? Cristine simply nodded and walked away, pulling Hannah after her. "Cristine, that's not the way to the cafeteria," Hannah smiled as she tried to hold back her laughter. It's wonderful to laugh every once in a while.