Connate Eyebrows Novels & Stories

I didn’t know it was possible for a man to look both cold and hot at the same time, but somehow he managed it as for a brief moment our gazes connected and he raised a single, judgmental eyebrow. An involuntary shiver rolled through my body from the top of my head to the edge of my toes, distracting me for a second as I stood there, open-mouthed with shock. “Good morning,” Connor pressed his lips into a thin smile as he shifted his gaze downward to scroll through the news on his tablet. “Don’t forget to eat some protein this morning. Your body needs it to rebuild after such a rough day.” The way he said those words was so dismissive…so arrogant…so…. condescending that I wanted to march acros

"We alter the geometry. Heavy kohl, deep contours, matte lips. We change the brow line. Even a close associate will have to look twice to recognize the bone structure." Early afternoon, I sat in the high-backed chair they set up by the glass wall, letting them go to work. For the next three hours, it felt like being put together piece by piece. They pulled my dark hair back into an intricate, tight braid that coiled at the nape of my neck, weaving thin strands of gold thread through the dark curls. Elena’s fingers were steady as she applied the heavy, smoky kohl around my eyes, elongating the shape until I looked completely foreign to myself in the mirror.

I then proceeded to raise both of my eyebrows at him which was a big act of self-degradation on my part since we all know my issues with a single eyebrow raise. My intention in crossing my arms and raising my eyebrows along with my glare was to look intimidating enough to get him answering my questions without having the trouble of using my vocal cords. And I did get an answer without asking him anything. He just didn't look intimidated. At all. But I let it go this time. My answer was more important.

'' I stand up, pulling him for a hug and he hugs me back. ''Now now, we don't want to ruin that hair of yours.'' He chuckles, ''Let's do your makeup.'' I nod and I sit back down. He puts on a foundation all over my face, setting it up with a loose powder. Then he fills in my brows, using a more darker shade than my hair. I can see my defined eyebrows in the mirror. I close my eyes as he puts a darker shade at my crease—more like a bronze colour. Phil highlight the inner corner of my eyes, making my eyes open up.

"You heard me right." He said. May rolled her eyes. "So what are you? A psychologist?" He shrugged while she rolled her eyes. He began to caress his jawline while studying her face. In a moment he noticed she had full, dark and perfectly carved eyebrows. They hovered above her big doe eyes that were coated with kohl and would normally unflatteringly stand out amongst other eyes. His eyes ran down to her small, flat nose, then to the tiny, black pimples scattered on

Purple discoloration was littered all over his neck from where I had bit him. A shadow was forming on his jaw, and it was giving him an edgy look. Unable to resist, I reached out to smooth his eyebrows. I am jealous. How can his eyebrows be better than mine? His eyebrows were long and soft, well aligned, as if he had trimmed them. But he had reassured me that he didn't do any of that when I questioned him. I watched the soft lashes that framed his eyes. It was long and curled. He had a long, pointed nose that fit his small face. He shifted closer and I froze, my hand hanging in the air.

He seemed to have a permanent scowl on his face, with thick eyebrows and dark brown eyes to match. The man beside him was shorter in stature yet somehow more intimidating. He had dark eyes that reflected the light so well you could see your own reflection in them. He had the sides of his hair buzzed in swirling patterns with a small mohawk on top. Both his large arms were filled with tattoos of ruins, intertwined in vines. He had a deep scar running horizontally across his forehead that made his resting b*tch face even more serious. His arms were crossed as he stared out into the small group at the center of everyone.

He has the most deformed face that is an awful grey with veins that are protruding. Connor only looks at the rest of us, "Oh, fuck."

She grabbed the coffee like it was a lifeline, taking a long, desperate gulp. Her eyes were bloodshot, and despite her best efforts to use high-end concealer from her new penthouse wardrobe, the dark circles beneath her hazel eyes were visible. Her wild, curly hair was forced into an incredibly tight, severe bun that felt like it was actively pulling her eyebrows off her face.

Although they did not know who this woman was, Nathan had reminded them that this woman in front of them was even more powerful than he was! While they talked one of the elders engaged in small talk with Connie. As he looked at Connie's eyes with a face full of curiosity, he said in amazement, "Your eyes, are they naturally born that way?" Connie nodded. Her pupils used to be black, but they gradually turned into a shade of blue when she entered adulthood, it was most likely due to the Jordan Family's strong genes! The old man cracked a smile. This was probably his first time seeing such a strange pair of eyes, they looked much more beautiful than the foreigners' eyes he had seen on televisi