Connate Eyebrows Novels & Stories

I stare at it shamelessly, trying to commit the short nails and square knuckles to memory, before the grip tightens and the rest of the man rises into view. Short dark hair, pushed back from his forehead—not quite black, but the darkest brown. Tan skin, faintly lined at his forehead, and thick, heavy eyebrows, always pinched together in a scowl. Then those eyes. Those eyes. Hazel irises, a flecked swirl of brown and green, like a blurred impression of the forested mountainside—surrounded by dark, smoky eyelashes. My fingertips tingle around my pencil. My pulse flutters in my wrists and throat.

75 tall, dark brown hair with small natural reflections and some white strands of hair sprinkled on the sides that gave him that air of sexy maturity, his hair totally disheveled but neatly I don't know, his hair definitely wasn't that it was combed but yes it was. His eyes were framed by bushy eyebrows and the tone of his eyes was a light gray with a black rim that left me shocked, what beautiful eyes, there was a ring on his left eyebrow and a pair of black tunnels in his ears not very big, he had a padlock and a half smile on his face, black lines stood out from his white button-down shirt that went up to the middle of his neck which made me think he was tattooed.

That was because it was written clearly in the ancient books that women with the Mysterious Godly Hidden physical state would have a mark of the chaotic vortex between their eyebrows. He was confident that the mark that appeared between Rachelle's eyebrows was a chaotic vortex.

Bianca suddenly realized that she was admiring Frost, and she felt both embarrassed and ashamed. How could she focus on a man when her grandfather was so ill? She quickly averted her gaze to Mr. John, but then she covered her mouth in surprise, exclaiming, "Dr. Frost!" Following Bianca's finger, Frost looked over and was also surprised. What surprised them was Mr. John's eyebrows! Mr. John's eyebrows were originally dense and white, hanging down from the corners of his eyes, but now, a few white eyebrows were flying out from the dense eyebrows, beautifully arched and very long.

She should be using the lighter shade, which made her complexion look a little bit better. "This one." Cyrus pointed at the light ivory shade foundation bottle. "Congratulations, you got it right!" Miley announced the result. "The next one is the eyebrow pencil used by the bride for today." Several eyebrow pencils appeared. Cyrus tested the color on his hand again. "What the hell is this?" They were brown, gray, and black. There were three different colors. Christin asked eventually, "From the looks of her eyebrows, I can tell that they are a little brown and black. Thus, they should be brown?"

My eyes meet the other woman's, and she looks away in shame. "This is Connie from the Silver Lunar pack, and she's going to show you how you had better start taking care of me before I kill you. You may be my mate, but we haven't marked each other, so I can still reject you. This should be how you greet me every day rather than making me force you. You don't see her complaining when I push into the back of her throat, do you?" I smirk at the woman as I continue. She tries to walk away, but Bryce grabs her and shoves her on her knees next to me. "I said watch," he yells at her. I'm going to have this fool wrapped around my little finger. Everyone knows the way to a man's head is through his p

She dyed my black hair to a blonde colour and styled it into a preppy one with side- swept bangs and straight hair that I can eventually put up into a bun, or chignon. She made sure to find the best eyebrow shape for my face, I was a bit scared when she began to pluck out my eyebrow hairs from underneath my brows, but the result was perfect, my new high angled eyebrows made me look completely different, coupled with the blonde hair. Then she got me a pair of fake glasses with a square frame. The glasses was the icing on the cake, there was no way I will be recognized by any of the Andrews, if they eventually show up here at Hawk's house.

Ever. Thick eyebrows and unruly lashes framed his chocolate brown eyes, which twinkled with amusement as he looked down at me – because yet again, they were all freaking massive, and my 5’9” height was small compared to them. His dark hair was cut low, close to his scalp, and his high cheekbones and square chin were covered in the stubble of a neatly trimmed, full beard. I wondered if it would tickle or irritate my skin as it rasped against me? His skin was a lovely shade of reddish-brown—burnt cinnamon—and altogether beautiful. He seemed like he didn’t want to be touched when we first met, but skin like that just didn’t go untouched. Wide shoulders and a broad chest strained against the t-s

“Things that seemed familiar and distinctive. Features that reminded me of someone.” I pointed to the eyes in the sketch carefully. “These unusual amber flecks in green eyes. Very rare. I’ve only seen them in one other person.” Charlotte’s hand stilled on the parchment. Her breathing quickened noticeably. “And this,” I continued. I indicated the eyebrows specifically. “The way her left eyebrow arches slightly higher than her right. It’s subtle but noticeable once you see it.” “Jacob,” Charlotte said quietly and with a strange tremor. Her voice shook. “Why are you showing me this?”

she smiled thereafter. Connie took this chance to take a closer look at Viola's face. There wasn't any trace of weariness on her evergreen appearance. She undeniably had a natural glowing mien. Connie was tempted to draw her face closer. Those lips were calling for a company. She was starting to breathe heavily, fighting the turmoil of sexual urge within her. Just then she moved her head an inch closer, Viola deliberately moved her head downwards as well. Connie just rolled her eyes in retreat.