Dark Hair Green Eyes Male Novels & Stories

She stated it carefully, as if she had repeated it and memorised it thoroughly with effort until she had burned it into her memory. Kiara and I exchanged looks; this was more than I was fucking expecting. We had a name and a pack… "What did he look like?" Kiara asked, crouching down next to me as she cupped Kataleya’s hand, brought the ice cream cone towards her own mouth and took a lick. "He had dark curly hair and very pretty green eyes, with yellow in them, and long lashes." Wasn’t that a tad too many fucking details about his eyes? I frowned, and Kiara placed a hand on my thigh knowingly.

Kira has a head full of dark chestnut-brown curls, laced with butterscotch-colored highlights, big ocean blue-green eyes, and the same golden honey color wrapped around her pupils. Then there's me, and I also had dark chestnut brown hair, but as I've grown older, my hair has lightened into a bright, wavy auburn-red. My eyes are bright emerald green with mom's golden honey color wrapped around my pupils. My right eye is paler than my left because half of it is that same icy silver-green color my sisters have, and it goes unnoticed in my eyes unless you look very closely. No one knows where the silvery-green or emerald-green in our eyes comes from. Our dad’s eyes are ocean blue-green, very sim

Angry, I turn under my heels and mention bending down, and that's when I realize that the man shot and with his face formed by ripples - certainly from the beating he had taken - has opened one of his swollen and purplish eyes. The eye is shaken by a grotesque dark circles, dueling with the color of its iris of an intense green, dotted with amber tones. I venture to say that this is the most beautiful color I have seen in my entire life, and I do not fail to notice how the subject's brown and long hair perfectly adorns his genetic beauty. In addition, I can't tell if the cracked lips on an extensive scar, and the twisted nose at a strange angle live up to what I can see. Anyway, I'm not able

I’ve had enough of men with ulterior motives for one day. Just as I take a step forward, a door opens up ahead. The sound is soft, a jingle and a creak, and I look up automatically. A guy steps out. And I forget how to walk. He’s tall—though not too tall, maybe just a couple inches above me—with sun-kissed skin and wavy dark blond hair that looks like it never does what he tells it to, in the best way. But it’s his eyes that catch me first. One is green. The other blue. The contrast is jarring, almost unreal, like something out of a dream.

Walking back to me he carries me to the blankets and sits down with me still on his lap. He stares at me with such intensity that my heart seems as though it would beat out my chest. I motha fucking pussy stabbing me in the back as we speak becasue i know my panties are soaked. I swear she’s been displaying hoe tendencies, since I’ve met this man. Blushing at suddenly feeling uncomfortable because of my pussy’s betrayal. I turn my head just as I hear a low growl, I snapped my head back in his direction where I swear on everything his eyes flashed from dark brown to silver then back in an instant. “Your eyes do they change color?” I asked getting closer to him to inspect. “Sometimes when I’m

As Mino Lee walked across the campus, his presence was met with a mixture of admiration and curiosity. He was a humble and handsome guy, with a tall and lean physique that seemed to command attention without seeking it. His black hair was messy and unkempt, framing his face with a casual elegance that made him look effortlessly cool. But it was his eyes that really caught people's attention - they were a bright, piercing blue, with a hint of green around the edges, a trait that was often associated with people of Irish descent.

And, his appearance took my breath away. His platinum white hair was brushed neatly back in one. It was cut in a unique style where the front was taller than the back. A few strands at the front seemed to be on the rebellious side, where they curled across his forehead. His eyes were unusually hypnotizing. They were black, so black that the sheen was visible from a distance. The thing was, the black was outlined by a green bluish color. It was so captivating...so...so... His face was even more heavenly. He had a straight nose, a strong jawline with pink lips. The color that some girls wore as lipsticks.

Liam greeted. The man who walked through the door was nothing like what I was expecting. I was expecting another Liam or Chase but instead a man whose skin was darker than night greeted Liam in return. Jameson was just as muscular as Liam and Chase with a few scars that mangled his once perfect frame. The marks that adorned his arms and legs looked identical to the ones I had not too long ago been gifted with. His most dominant feature were his eyes but you're lucky if you see them after taking in the expanse of his body because all that covered his body was what looked like a brown and white, short toga. His right eye was a shocking light blue and his left was a deep emerald green.

And then I see him. He’s gorgeous. Devastatingly so. His hair is dark, falling just so over his forehead, and his eyes, a startling shade of green, hold a light that seems to dance even in the dimness. His jawline is sharp, his lips full, sculpted. But it’s not just his handsomeness that catches me off guard. It’s the uncanny familiarity of his features. He looks almost identical to Aaron Lombardi only that he’s leaner and has brown eyes. Aaron Lombardi.

It's as white as mine. He has long light hair. Its eyes are green, and based on its eyebrows I could almost mistake it for an Albino. But its eyelashes are as black as night. All I can say is, this guy is so handsome he looks like he was pulled out of a picture. It's also pretty and makes me frown because it looks like someone I just can't remember who it is. I thought about the fantasy drama series I watched and also the lord of the ring, Orlando Bloom, and I wondered if he looked like him. But the man in front of me was much more beautiful. Nothing can be pushed.