Connate Eyebrows Novels & Stories

When he was serious, his eyebrows would tightly knit together. The fair and slender hand raised the cue stick on the table, and he gently swung the stick, aiming at the point of impact, measuring the angle. His eyes narrowed slightly due to concentration. The women present couldn't help but be deeply attracted by his beautiful eyes. Jacoby's eye shape is typical of parallel double eyelids, with the eyes parallel to the eyelids and slightly drooping towards the outer corners. When in a natural expression, it gives off a sense of innocence and youthfulness. However, once he becomes serious, it also exudes a faint, cool and gentle aura.

I hadn't actually talked about this with Robert before, I knew he was hurting too and didn't want to pile my pain on him. I observed Elijah captivated by those grey eyes which were staring back, pinning me in place. Some of his dark brown hair strands fell over his forehead and my hand itched to push them back. I saw that he had a faint scar on his right cheekbone so small that I wouldn't even have noticed it if I wasn't this close.

I was granted clear vision when my frameless glasses fell into place, gifting me with the view of the freakishly tall and muscular man I had collided with. His brown hair reminded me of chocolate as it caught the sun—the locks were tied at the crown of his head in a top knot, leading me to believe that this man had thick, long waves better than my own. Instantly, I wanted to know his hair routine. I frowned when I caught the way his perfectly arched eyebrows dipped into a V, leading down a straight nose and full pink lips. His cheekbones were high and the obtuse angle of his jawline could cut through steel—both were peppered with a generous dusting of neatly trimmed hair.

It must be. Samantha looked at the beautiful woman in the picture with a bright smile. However the smiles did not reach her eyes. Samantha's fingers fell on the woman's face. It was a standard oval face, a good jaw, willow shaped eyebrows, big and lively eyes and a faint mole on the end of her left eyebrows. She had read on the internet that it was not good to have a mole at the end of one's eyebrows. Not only will their relationship often go wrong, they will go bankrupt.

[126. What happened to OakPhet- II] Oak slowly supported his chin on his palm without breaking eye contact with Phet. It's only then, Oak really noticed Phet's attractive doe eyes, his gorgeous light brown eyes holding the magnitude of a black hole inside it, his upper eyelids shaped like a wide stretching curvy hill pointing downward at the outer corner, curling into the most beautiful eye smile ever, his soft brownish black locks falling onto his forehead at the side, partially covering his one eyebrow.

Yeah, no one. "I'm here, Koniee... Don't worry, I won't leave you here alone..." I mutter as I continue to gently brush his soft locks. He's older than me but sometimes we're switching roles. Sometimes he's stubborn and sometimes it's me. He has this owl-like eyes but it was ruined by a foggy grey color surrounding his eyes. It's always been beautiful. Brown owls like eyes while I have this almond shaped eyes like my little brother, Sky.

Surely his family will try to make this a big issue when he is attacked. His eyes were filled with concern and his pupils were dilated with only a little of his baby blue iris visible. He does have pretty blue eyes. She did get mesmerized by those eyes. But then his disheveled eyebrows distracted her. He must have rubbed them, making them all disorderly. It made her hands itch. "Okay," he nodded and she smiled. Ugh! Those hairs! She cupped his cheeks and ran her thumb over his eyebrows to fix them. She felt him stiffening and only then she realized what she had done and her heart started to race.

But I can't feel anything because I'm too focused on her. Her hair's twisted into a messy bun, golden strands falling out like she didn't care enough to fix them. Her cheeks are flushed slightly, and there's a tiny beauty mark on her right eyebrow that I've never noticed before. Her lashes flutter as she focuses on my wounds with this intense concentration that makes my chest tight. Every time she applies the antiseptic, she flinches like she's the one who should be in pain. It's adorable and maddening, the way her nose scrunches slightly when she's concentrating—

It's hard to choose one because I like them all. Starting from her dark brown curls, I longed for my fingers to sink into her thick hair. Then his eyebrows are always wrinkled worriedly whenever I get into trouble, it feels like every time I see him I want to kiss his eyebrows until they are straight again. Then her expressive brown eyes, her nose as straight and defined as her jaw ... and her lips. If only I could record the sensation of her lips kissing mine too ...

I bend and pick it up but as I stand, my eyes connect with the most beautiful, breathtaking, golden orbs. Eyes that connect explicitly on mine.