Connate Eyebrows Novels & Stories

“Neeiiiggghhhh!” The man in front of me looked shocked as I do, he almost broke into a yell. But as soon as he recovered, he did nothing but to casually stare at me with his eyes that seemed to reflect a night sky, dark with a sparkle of a star. Above of it are eyebrows that drawn better than a crescent moon, and they are almost connected.

He was still holding my phone. His eyes met my eyes again. He raised his eyebrow at me. Wow! How did he do that? My eye was looking at his eyebrow, there was a small cut from the front, a little part of the hair was missing on his right eyebrow. It reminded me of a blue-eyed guy. He has also cut on the front part of his right eyebrow. It was looking dam* adorable on him. I heaved a deep sigh and shifted my eyes on the ground. I yawned and I put my hand on my mouth to cover it.

It is better to be safe than sorry. My heart was full when I approached him. My hands were shaking and my heart was beating fast but I ignored it. My eyes were then fixed on his face. I stared at his face for a long time. I just noticed that he has a mole on the corner of his right eye. Both of her eyebrows are thick and well-groomed like a woman who is artistic in her body and takes care of herself. His nose is pointed and his eyes are a bit hollow. His eyelashes are long. Anyone can get attracted to how beautiful his lips are because it is naturally curved like that bow. It's quite thin so it's really attractive to look at.

This position was quite awkward though it looks like this person forcefully pinned her down. Zitrey looked at the expression of the person who had bumped her. The owl logo guy brows are twitching like he was in deep thought. Sweat was dripping from his forehead towards the bridge of his nose. Eyes closed showing his long eyelashes. His body was quivering and his skin color was bit by bit turning to pale. Zitrey was about to say something when her eyes glued at the pair of jade-green eyes staring at her, widely.

Morana I felt something shifting in the atmosphere of the room the moment he muttered something under his breath. I gazed at him and noticed the shift in his mood. The subtle change in the air left me feeling on edge. His expression, once cold and distant, twisted into a mixture of sadness and anger. His eyebrows were pulled together, and a scowl married his face. The scar on his left eyebrow sliced through the arc, giving his otherwise flawless face a rugged edge. His eyes were clouding over with a distant rage that sent shivers down my spine, anger pouring from him in waves. He radiated power—vast and dangerous.

He was unusually huge, broad and strongly built — I had to crane my neck back to finally have a look at his face. A scar ran down his chin, to his neckline before disappearing down the shirt. My azure eyes met his hardened Obsidian globes which were dark just like everyone had painted them to be. The stupid lungs gave up on me instantly. After the delay of an awkward moment, I forced myself to grin, displaying the chocolate-stained teeth to him as I had practiced before. His thick eyebrows bunched together. A vein throbbed in his broad forehead as he stepped closer. His unruly and a little unkempt hair bounced over his forehead as the sharp corners of his angular jaw tightened under the bear

Kelly ordered. The staff nodded and began their work. First up, they attached the long curly hair extensions to Francine's hair. They took their time, carefully placing each strand to create a natural look. As they worked, Francine couldn't help but stare in amazement at the transformation taking place. Next, the staff moved on to her eyebrows. They shaped them perfectly to frame her face, and then applied a bit of tint to make them stand out even more. Francine had never paid much attention to her eyebrows before, but now she realised just how much of a difference they could make.

Absolutely. The strength of his jaw, that uppity aristocratic nose and noble cheek bones lead to a broad forehead. The only imperfection she gathered in her shameless examination was a cut eyebrow. She frowned at that. He was looking at her now. With interest that her wolf opened its paws to, extending its claws, like a hook hoping to catch a bait. His lips were a tad wider than his mouth had asked for, but her days could easily spread along their longitude, they looked that inviting. Everything did, except his eyes.

Megra I stare at my reflection in the mirror, barely recognising the woman staring back. My right eye is swollen shut, a hideous purple-black hue spreading around it. The pain is relentless, throbbing with every heartbeat. I dab makeup over the bruised skin, but the dark discoloration is impossible to fully cover. Each touch is a reminder of Conor's latest outburst—a fresh wave of anger and hatred rising within me.