Cinnamon Eyes Novels & Stories

Ciara was not able to explore the document until she saw a bare face photo of Amelinda Ciara. Amelinda Ciara really has a weak appearance, so does Anne Jenner, this aura is the same, but in terms of face, Anne Jenner has a few sharper parts, she has a high nose, a pointed chin, but the other eyes are the most prominent feature, smiling one immediately arching the eyes. If Amelinda Ciara did not wear makeup, smiling would not curl like Anne Jenner, it was just smiling, normal, so when she put on makeup, she needed to add the tail of her eyes to sharpen it.

They were looking so pure that she couldn't help but become fascinated and she thinks "His eyes are so beautiful!" On the other hand Sebastian stares in those light brown eyes which were clear but still unclear like there was a veil which was protecting the emotions in those eyes and stopping him to see through her and that lavender scent was effecting him. Both were lost in each other's eyes and we're trying to read the other when their trance was broken by Ayaan's voice "Are you okay?" Sebastian leaves her and she stands properly then looks down and says to don't know whom "I'm fine, thank you."

Fiona had a pair of big doll eyes and it has the same color as those of the finest emerald. Those beautiful eyes of hers were framed by thick and long eyelashes. It was so long that Allan was even starting to doubt if Fiona's eyes were modeled after the eyes of an ostrich.

The kind that says I see you and I am glad and this is everything and I will not make it weird. When she pulls back her eyes are doing something. "Do not," I say. "I am not doing anything," she says. "Your eyes are doing something," I say. "They are fine," she says, blinking rapidly. "Completely fine. Dust." "Hackney dust." "Notorious for it," she says.

The rug was replaced with a replica, and the scent no longer smells of copper mixed with jasmine. “You should probably slow down,” Finn crosses his arms over his chest, nodding towards the bottle. “It’s been a long day, and it’ll be a longer tomorrow if you don’t.” I stare into the vibrant green of Finn’s eyes, picking out the three different shades that make up his irises. The deepest shade is similar to the needles of a Douglas-fir. The mid-colored shade is similar to the whisps on a Western redcedar. And the lighter, most dominant shade like the leaves on a Bleeding heart.

It was richer, thicker, filled with scents she couldn’t name but somehow understood. Power. Old blood. Magic. She looked closer at the faces in the crowd. Some of them had eyes that gleamed a little too brightly, almost like glass under sunlight, except they weren’t wearing contact lenses. She had always assumed those strange eye colours people wore were fake. Yellow. Silver. Crimson. But now she knew. They were real. She stared a little longer at one man with jet-black hair and glowing amber eyes, and suddenly, she felt him glance back, like he sensed her looking. His stare met hers, and Cassandra’s breath caught.

Shh, don’t tell the Hamptonites. Celine wore her black silky hair down and it flowed like an obsidian waterfall down her back. She went sparse on the makeup, her eye shadow was a muted copper pallet that made her green eyes pop, and she dabbed a red stain on her lips that with a gloss looked natural and healthy on her pale skin.

But when saw her, her eyes closed tears streaming out holding on the seat belt for life, my anger just flew away. "How am i supposed to contact you when I miss you?" She spoke almost whispered. Her eyes down, cheeks flushed. I couldn't help but smile. "You miss me?" I ask raising her chin with my finger. She looked at me with her glossy hazel eyes. Her cheeks turned crimson red. Breathtaking "Will go on date with me?" I asked. How can one not melt? A smile appeared instantly on her face. So innocent. "Only if you buy me cookies and cream tub" she spoke getting off my lap. Every ounce of me screamed to hold her but i have to suppress my dominant nature.

I asked, really needing an answer here. “I can’t wait for you to find out. Now is just not the time.” Jasmine’s eyes darted to a small dull baby fork looking thing. It was even tinier than a baby fork, more like a seafood fork. Putting it on tip of her pinky finger, he dug in like his life depended on it. “MOTHERFUCKINGDAMNITCOCKSUCKERASSFUCKINGHOLE!” Jasmine screamed it all out as he worked away at her nerves.

Of course, she would be surprised if he pointed out the one thing that she always kept a tight check on, “ Your eyes.” “ My eyes?” Her conflicted expression of her told him that she didn’t have a clue about what he was talking about. Cain nodded as he finished up the sundae and wiped his mouth with the paper napkin before tossing it in the dustbin. “ they get darker like storm clouds when your mania gets out of your control, but now they aren’t.”