Connate Eyebrows Novels & Stories

His facial features are soft and exquisite as the space between his hairline and eyebrows, eyebrows and nose bridge and nose bridge and chin all equal as they seem well calculated. His well-defined chiselled jaw sharp enough to cut through metals and his protruding Adam’s apple makes both women and men take several gulps of saliva. A black beauty mole stands out on the side of his neck just beneath his jaws,a sight of attraction. The protruding veins and muscles of his neck look sturdy and sexy He is wearing recommended glasses,accentuating his straight well trimmed eyebrows,the rim of the glasses sitting pretty on his high nose bridge,his pretty eyes reflected through the lens,wherever his

The makeup artist draped a makeup cover around Esther's neck and skillfully applied makeup. Using an eyebrow razor, the makeup artist tidied up the tiny hairs around Esther's already beautiful eyebrows. Esther's facial features exuded a soft charm with her oval face rather than the popular pointy-chinned structured type. Hence, a natural eyebrow shape was the most suitable for her, avoiding anything too straight or exaggerated. Preserving Esther's original eyebrow shape, which resembled distant mountains, calm and gentle without any aggressiveness, the makeup artist enhanced her features without heavy application. The light makeup complemented the luxurious wedding dress and highlighted Esth

Bronwen It is late in the evening as Morana finishes dabbing the concealer on my eye very carefully. It covered the bruising well enough, but it can't take away the swelling. Although it covered the hickey's completely when she wasn't looking. My cheekbone has a big knot on it and around my eyes is super puffy. She uses makeup to try to distract from it but you can still tell that I have a shiner. “Are you girls ready to go yet?” Alec calls through the closed door.

His sharp, deep-set features carried an innate dominance—like a male lion in the wild, where a thicker mane only made him more handsome, more imposing, and more powerful. When Connor was displeased, his brows would furrow, and his eyes would turn cold and sharp. He would radiate an air that warned everyone to stay back. But now, with his face so pale, Sandra actually saw a trace of vulnerability for the first time. It seemed there was a limit to how she could work Phoebe into the conversation. She couldn't avoid mentioning Phoebe entirely, but she also couldn't constantly bring her up. Naturally, since Connor was in a bad mood now, she kept her mouth shut.

Letisha Heast Carter My eyes fixated on him with an unwavering gaze, captivated by the peculiar blend of features that unfolded before me. His raven-hued locks shimmered like obsidian beneath the gentle embrace of the ambient light. But it was the audacious contrast of his eyebrows, resplendently dyed in a daring shade of blonde, that truly caught my attention, defying the conventions of conventional aesthetics. Intrigued, I couldn't help but ponder the enigmatic essence that emanated from his unique appearance.

Unconsciously, she let her eyes wander around his face, soaking in his facial appearance before falling down his body and up again. Thick raven black hair that begged for feminine hands to be run through them and deep chocolatey brown eyes that seemed like a brewing storm, framed by thick and long eyelashes. Perfectly curved eyebrows, which made her jealous that he could have such perfect eyebrows without even trying whereas she had to pluck and shape hers.

With a surge of hope, I retrieved the bag from my luggage, my hands trembling slightly with anticipation. As I unzipped the bag, relief and excitement hit me as I beheld the familiar sight of the beards and eyebrows nestled within. It was as if a lifeline had been thrown to me in my moment of need. Without hesitation, I carefully selected a particularly intriguing extra beards and fixed it on mine then I choosed an eyebrow from the bag and positioned it on my eyebrows. determination filled me as I gazed at my reflection in the phone mirror. The transformation was startling - the eyebrow's and beards presence had indeed altered my appearance significantly.

I raised my eyebrow, awaiting a response. Connor stepped closer, almost caressing me with his body, as he fixed a hand beside my head. Stooping over me, he brought his face eye-level to mine. He was near enough for me to inhale the bacon he had for breakfast on his breath. Before he answered me, something caught his attention. He cocked his head to the side while taking in a deep breath.

Inside, my stomach flipped. They’re impossible to tell apart at first glance—same dark hair cut close on the sides, same sharp green eyes, same broad shoulders and veined forearms covered in matching blackwork tattoos. The only way I’ve learned to differentiate is tiny things: Caleb has a thin scar through his left eyebrow from a rowing accident, Connor has a small cross inked behind his right ear. Otherwise, they’re mirror images. And they know exactly how lethal that is.

“There’s just something fascinating about you.” “Stop talking and eat.” “You know when you smile, the corners of your lips raise up a little. Not all that high though cause it seems like you’re always trying to repress your smile around me. But whenever you decide to be comfortable and actually smile, it raises all the way up in the most adorable manner. Like your cheekbones come to life and your eyes become tinier I’d mistake you for an asian if didn’t know better. Your eyebrows too. You have this naturally perfect carved eyebrows and whenever you’re smiling, they magically become thinner. And you know the craziest part, though they become thinner they still have that perfectly carved shape