Dark Brown Highlights Novels & Stories

He asked Saiora. His hair was as dark as a Raven's feathers and his eyes were the dimmest shade of brown. One could easily confuse his eye color for a charcoal hue. He had a natural chill energy to him that would definitely make him likable amongst the masses. Lachlan also had a seductive demeanor and gaze that could make anyone crumble. His short nails were painted black but the polish was chipped which was an indication of time passing since he first retouched his nails.

Ranking from his built body up to his handsome facial features specially his well sharpened jaw lines and his dark eyes. I have seen all colors of irises but his are different and very beautiful. The light brown shade made up the middle part of his eye balls and surrounded by it was a dark shade that appeared like the color of the midnight sky. They appeared so beautiful but behind its beauty laid danger and darkness that didn't seem to be hidden from me.

Horizon Cole's Point of View: I applied my usual light make-up on, but still with subtle colors that were enough to accentuate my natural skin tone. I was not preferred to have a heavy one, since I did not have a night party to attend. The lighter shade of concealer that match my skin tone was the usual concealer I used to make it more looked natural. Then, a light brown shade of eyeshadow, a bit of eyeliner, and mascara. I was thinking of the shade of lipstick that will match my outfit for this day, but end up using my go-to peachy-natural-looking matte lipstick shade with a darker shade of red on my inner-lower lip.

Bailey Harmony wore her hair dark brown, with several different shades of brown highlighted throughout and long. It stopped just shy of her waistline and draped beautifully over ample breasts, which I seriously considered paying money to replicate. Her waist tapered in, only to flare out into her hips, and the outfit she wore accentuated it all. Her skin was a rich caramel color, and she had eyes the lightest shade of brown. I’d met her that night because I was, unknowingly, on a date with her boyfriend. My birthday was in two days, and he wanted to celebrate early.

hand back through her dark brown hair, revealing a streak of bright pink nearly hidden beneath the top layers. She was a very bright woman in general, one of the things that made her impossible to ignore. Bright makeup, lime green on her lids, magenta on her lips, and matching fingernails. She made for an enticing picture, one I found myself struggling to look away from. “You said to come in and see you before I left?”

"I don't know any blondes. My taste runs to brunettes." She supposed he thought he was being witty but she wasn't very amused by his response. Fighting not to allow her temper to rise, Dara took a deep breath and tried again. "The person I seek is around six foot, with short dark hair and an unnatural predilection for sunglasses and the colour black." The male sat back, steepling his fingers as he watched her intently. "What makes you think that I would know anything about this individual?"

"I thought they were blue!" "They're black." "I know that now." She clutches her stomach, trying... and failing... to stop laughing. "Oh, Aurora..." "It gets worse." "It gets worse?" "He knew mine." Her laughter slowly fades. "I'm not even surprised." "I was. He kind of... described them." "In what way?" I look away. "He said they're dark brown when I'm angry..." I mumble. "...and that they have little gold flecks when sunlight hits them." Claudia's eyebrows slowly climb.

“What are you thinking for the stormy aesthetic?” Harper asked curiously, holding up the deep winter swatches which include the colours: midnight, olive, expresso, silver, grey, charcoal, mocha, wine, brick red, ruby, Boysen berry, fuschia, magenta, mustard, honey, Ocea, dark green, forest, jungle, royal purple, mulberry, purple, royal blue, Aegean, and ceru lean. Knox snatched the swatches from her hand, spreading them across the desk like he was dealing a winning hand in a high-stakes game. His parrot green eyes darted over then, his lips moving silently as he processed each colour. “Stormy aesthetic,” he repeated, tasting the words. "Aye, it's got tae feel heavy. Atmospheric. No' just dar

The smell of change. She applied the black paste ruthlessly, covering the platinum blonde strands that Lysander loved so much. *("You look like an angel, Vee," he used to say. But angels were made to be sacrificed.)* She watched the dye turn the water in the sink dark, like ink, like oil, like the night sky. Thirty minutes later, she rinsed it out. She dried her hair, the dark strands falling around her face like a shadow. It sharpened her features. It made her skin look like porcelain, her heterochromatic eyes—one icy blue, one warm hazel—pop with startling intensity.