Connate Eyebrows Novels & Stories

He grabbed his glasses from the table, putting it on even though he knew that it would do nothing to shield him. "There was something in his eye, like an insect of some sort but its gone now." Annah cut in. Connor winked at her, happy that she stood in for him and in that moment, he knew they were connected.

I don’t even notice his nudity, as I can’t help but focus on his face. Dark brown, almost black strands of hair fall across his chiseled cheeks. His features are so sharp and kind of odd, but he is so stunning. I notice a scar on his eyebrow and my fingers run over it as I wonder what could’ve happened to him. His eyes pop open and I see the most stunning hazel eyes with green centers that I’ve ever seen. He makes eye contact with me for a moment before closing his eyes and going limp again. I don’t know how to help him, and I hear wolves howling in the distance.

With nothing getting in the way of this bond, they had once again formed. It's like they had both flipped open a new canvas, and it was now left to them to decide what pictures they wish to paint. Conri sighed heavily when he signed the last papers and passed them over to Barbara, who nodded and began to walk out of his office, Clyde with her. He leaned back into his chair, taking a long stretch, his eyes shut tightly, and his hand reaching for his neck to undo his tie before pulling it loose. When he opened his eyes again, he saw his reflection in his large mirror sitting on his left side. His dark long hair, dark eyes, and angular features looked worn down, and the lines on his face were e

' He threw a significant glance at Isabella, who looked away. Connie gazed up at him anxiously, and started to scramble off his knee. 'You won't kick me, will you?' she asked as her feet hit the floor. Brand shook his head. 'I promise I won't. If you promise not to do it again.' 'I promise.' Connie nodded solemnly, and the stern planes of Brand's features softened. He reached out to smooth back a length of the glossy brown hair that had fallen in front of her face.

Andrew isn’t around, so I can somehow show my true nature. “Hahaha ~” They laughed at the three women. When they stopped laughing I had a sharp look at the woman whose eyebrows were made of cheap eyebrow pencil. Of course, I didn’t give up, I raised one of my eyebrows with an eyebrow pencil with a branded eyebrow pencil. “You can only be with Andrew but you feel that you are beautiful? Did you see yourself in the mirror? You look like pimples that just grew on your face.” “Ha!” I laughed out loud.

I didn't mention any titles, just my first name. They shared the same towering height at over 200 centimetres, broad shoulders, and olive-toned skin that hinted at Mediterranean heritage. Their dark brown hair was styled similarly, yet subtle variations set them apart. Marc stood just a touch taller, the extra centimetre adding an almost imperceptible dominance. His lips were fuller, and a cleft chin added a distinct character to his face. His eyebrows were perfectly symmetrical, giving him an air of composed strength.

I’m under this magnificent cloud of vodka and punch and I’m feeling real hyper which meant that I’m all ready for anything. I looked at Ambrose real close even though my sight is a bit flashy at this point. His hair seemed to have grown a few inches longer that the last time I saw him this quite close. The slit on his left eyebrows seemed to be permanent. Or maybe that slit is either natural or he just kept it consistently shaved.

I make eye contact with him and feel everything stop. "There she is." A wide grin spreads across his face. His very handsome face. Narrow with a sharp jawline, a scar on his left eyebrow. He had soft, fluffy looking dark orange hair that hung over his forehead. He was tall, taller than Ike. Slimmer though, but still muscular looking, with wide shoulders and a stance like he was about to charge into war.

She stood with her chin up, her perfectly smooth skin and peach luscious lips, made her look like a goddess even under the thin net veil. Her Natural dark eyebrows that matched her healthy long black hair giving her that innocent yet dangerous look. But her eyes! Those deep blue eyes that could drown anybody into it were most definitely the deadliest feature.

She already had a shape in mind. She leaned over slightly while holding an eyebrow palette that matched Hugo's original eyebrows in one hand and a brush in the other. Then, she drew a simple outline with the eyebrow palette. Colene placed the eyebrow palette and the brush on the table. Then, she pulled out a flat-tip brow liner. She held Hugo's head in place and said, "Don't move." "Alright." She started from the head of the eyebrow and drew it stroke by stroke. Her hand was as steady as a rock. Each stroke was clear and detailed. The eyebrow she drew looked just like the real thing.