Dark Brown Highlights Novels & Stories

Smokey purple and shimmery gold eye makeup makes her wide, tip-tilted eyes even larger and their color stand out, and black mascara turns her long, thick lashes impossibly longer and thicker. Her normally simple braid got an elaborate upgrade and twists and curls intricately at the back of her swanlike neck, adding a fair amount to her overall grace, and immeasurably to my desire to pull her into a dark corner somewhere, unwrap and plunge my fingers into the dark silky waves of it. Darby takes my hand when I offer it, and I stare at her mouth hard enough she can feel the deep, wet kisses I want to put there. She bites her lower lip and smiles.

Her long black hair spread out onto his arms, covering the pillow. Her eyes as she stared into his was that of a very light hazel-brownish. It was such a light brown, that when the sunlight shines on them, they appeared yellowish. His eyes was a lot darker than hers, but in his eyes. He could only see her and that smile she had for him.

"I could sit here and go through them all if you'd like, however if you prefer you can just tell me if you'd prefer dark or light colors and I can go from there." "Tell me what we have in the darker colors." I've always been drawn to dark colors. That's why most of my wardrobe seemed to be black. Allison flipped through a few pages in the binder she had brought in with her. I've learned that she's really into being organized. She's got multiple binders dedicated to planning and some of them even happen to be color coded. "We've got a deep plum, a forest green, a charcoal grey color." She paused for a moment as she flipped to the next page. "A maroon, a navy blue-"

I walk into the bathroom. After having a fast shower and brushing my teeth, I tiptoe back into my room to pick up my towel, trying not to get the floor wet. but unfortunately, I leave a tray of small water droplets that fall from the tips of my waist-length brown hair. when it's wet, it turns a dark shade of brown and the strands stick together, to make me look like a drowned cat. yet when it's dry, the curly strands present a mixture of chestnut brown hues with black highlights. I run my fingers through the wet fringe, pushing it away from my face to get a clear view of the clothes in front of me.

His eyes open, revealing the most beautiful shade of hazel eyes I’ve ever seen. He’s actually a good looking guy. Points for me. Looking closer, his hair isn’t black but very dark brown. He has nice natural brows, none of this latest trend of tweezed brows for men. “Did you hear me? Are you going to answer me or stand gawping at me?” He asks, smirking at me. Great. Caught staring like a deer in headlights. What an idiot I am. “Sorry. Bad hangover, could you repeat it?” I ask him.

He prefered it if we used the animal term like we wolves use it too. “Yeah, I keep on having this dream/vision occurring these couple of days,” I have no idea why I just told this guy what is wrong with me this early in the morning. “Oh, do you want to share? I’ll share what is borthering me,” he sat down in front of me with his own cup of coffee. He doesn’t have milk in his. With him being so close to me. I could finally see his eyes. They are a unique color. Almost Aqua, almost looking like water too. They are beautiful. His hair is light brown with dark brown highlights. It is unkept. He also has light frickles over his nose and under his eyes. He is beauti

He is a similar height to Drake but is actually slightly shorter. His face is well proportioned, and he is not bad looking, his straight jaw and slim nose give him an attractive appearance. But he has dark brown almost black eyes that I can’t look at for long and he likes to gel his black hair down in a slicked back look which I don’t find appealing at all. Sometimes in different lighting his hair takes on a blue hue but it’s only there for a short time before it disappears. I finish greeting his mother and father, then I must be polite to him, I grit my teeth and fall back on courtesy.

Almost immediately my eyes go to him standing in front of a window that looks like it’s in serious need of a polish, with his hands folded behind his back. Since it’s a bright day and this room gets the bulk of the light, the rays illuminate his thick auburn hair, turning it from a dark red to more of a dark brown with red highlights. I hate his hair since it’s identical to my dad’s hair. I remember playing with it when I was young.

A few diamonds were scattered through the loose sections of hair adding extra sparkle as the light reflected off it. My make up transformed my face, my eyes looked wide with the dark winged eye liner that was blended out with smokey blacks and browns with some shimmer on the center of the lid, my lashes were thick and long, my cheeks highlighted a soft pink coating my cheeks my lips were a nude pink and brown bringing the look together, they looked fuller and plumper than I remembered.