Cinnamon Eyes Novelas e Histórias

He was so entirely occupied with his dark thoughts that he didn't even notice her entering the room until she gently placed her hand on his small shoulder. "Are you okay, sweetie?" she asked softly. The little boy snapped back to reality at the sound of her gentle voice. He tilted his head up and looked at her. She smiled warmly when their eyes finally met. He couldn't quite understand the bright, hopeful sparkle that Arabelle always seemed to have in her eyes. She was a beautiful young woman with striking grey eyes and light brown hair. Her skin was neither too pale nor too dark; it was a perfect, gentle sun-kissed complexion.

She tries to jump up the stairs. I take her by the waist and carry her as if she were a little girl, her eyes are now closer to mine, and wow, she has beautiful honey-colored eyes, Camille is not a girl like the ones I am used to seeing, she is a girl with brown hair, light eyes and a white complexion, she has not had a single surgery or retouching on her body, which makes her naturalness stand out, she has long eyelashes and well-defined eyebrows, watching her is a pleasure for me.

I heard lots of gasps, probably because most people here have never seen my eyes, they must be mesmerized. When my eyes went to my brother, he was very beautiful in a fancy navy blue and gold suit. His golden locks identical to mine were messy but still beautiful, and his eyes were as beautiful as rubies under the sunlight. He nodded to me while sitting in a taller chair than the one I was in. I looked at the materials they gave me and held the thin brush with black paint, then I began.

Ricky asked. “Huh um no they are blue; you should get your eyes checked,” Jade said shaking her head. She wasn’t sure why the boy was so interested in her eyes. “No, they are gray Jade.” He challenged. “There’s only ever been one person with your eye color. You should be happy that you’re different.” “Whatever, I have to go,” Jade said rolling her eyes. She was hoping her Aunt was already waiting for her. “Should we tell her about the legends?” Stephan whispered to Ricky.

Then a mouthwatering overpowering scent hits my nose full force. Apples and cinnamon! Oh wow! I look up into the most beautiful eyes, which are accompanied by the most photogenic face. I see a strong jaw, light stubble trailing across slightly tanned skin, a straight angular nose, long brown eyelashes and sparkling ocean blue eyes. I gasp in amazement and shock. I'm greeted with an award winning smile! 'Mate!' My wolf howls, bounces from paw to paw. 'Mate!' Oh shit! Not now!!

"Feed me." "What?" I gasped out, maybe I had heard him wrong. "I said feed me." He repeated, raising his head to look at me. I looked into his eyes, admiring his forest green eyes. He and Darin had the same eyes but his own were more beautiful. Even more than Duncan's ocean blue eyes. Cisco has mismatched has which I think looks really good on him and Caden, he has ocean blue eyes just like Duncan. Jeez, why the fuck am I comparing their eyes like some love sick teenager.

The celebration was reflected in his eyes, a radiant smile transforming his face when he met my gaze. Just then, the curious little elf from earlier, Elain, scampered toward us, his brown hair a tousled mess from play. His eyes, one a clear sky-blue, the other a vibrant leaf-green, sparkled with mischief. I’d never seen a combination so captivating; it was like he held two different seasons in his gaze.

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."