Dark Hair Green Eyes Male นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

A deep, comforting voice comes from behind my mom. He has dark chestnut hair shaved on both sides trimmed on the top but longer than the sides. He has a strong jaw line, perfect white teeth, and the softest but brightest green eyes I've ever seen, like fresh lightgreen leaves in spring mixed with a hint of teal. I have invisioned him more than I have my mother.. And now here he is standing in front of me.

It was neat, with no sign of disorderliness. His brother, the alpha was huge and very built. He was very tall, about six foot five. Though I was taller than most girls in college the five foot nine inches was nothing compared. His eyes are the most beautiful part of his body. The light blue orbs were too beautiful and mesmerizing. I remember when he looked at me and I didn't want him to take his eyes off me and at the same time I wanted to run away from his gaze afraid he would see the dark past through her eyes. His eyes were something I hadn't seen before, if you looked closely you could see a green spark dancing in his eyes.

He asked with an eyebrow raised, his eyes staring at me with an hint of amusement. "What? It sounds hot. I've always wanted to do that." I replied with a smile. He burst into laughter with his head thrown back. I took this chance to really study him. He is a 6'1 foot tall sexy male with dirty blond hair and beautiful pair of green eyes. His lips looks so soft and rosy and his hair looks like he ran his hands through it a million times. His hair looks so soft and I find myself thinking of running my hands through it too. I shake my head trying to get rid of such weird thoughts.

his deep voice said, drawing my attention back to his face. I cleared my throat gruffly, and tried to focus on his face but then... My breath left my lips as I saw the color of his eyes. Beautiful, gorgeous greenish grey eyes, the color of emeralds. So striking, so enchanting. "Are you Irish?" I couldn't help but ask. His ginger hair, porcelain white skin, and now greenish grey eyes? My question made him smile and he flashed a perfect set of white teeth. "This is a first for me. I've never had a woman wake up in my bed and ask if I was Irish."

And he was most definitely not Earnest. He was tall, with a lean, almost predatory grace, dressed in a dark, tailored suit that seemed to absorb the light. His hair was araven black, slicked back from a sharp, angular face. But it was his eyes that held me captive – a piercing, unsettling shade of emerald green, so unlike the warm, sky-blue of Earnest’s. They were cold, calculating, and unnervingly familiar. A shiver, not of cold but of a primal unease, traced its way down my spine.

And I come to realize just how beautiful he actually is. He looks like a god, like a Renaissance portrait come to life. His hair is dark red, almost the color of rust with the shine of copper, framing his face in soft waves that flutter at the wind. His eyes are green, so green that they seem to drown out everything around them, deep set with his eyelashes catching small snowflakes. His nose and his jaw are sharp, manly in every way imaginable, but his lips are curved softly, a contrast that I didn't think would look this stunning. He gives me a soft smile, and I can almost swear that he has a paralyzing effect.

I know that is what they used because I can now taste and feel the burn in the back of my throat. One of the males that she was arguing with earlier out in the corridor of the dungeons stepped into the room and ordered her to leave. He was very tall even for a wolf. Probably at least 6’ 7” tall with beautiful black hair that laid in waves all over his head. His skin was dark and tan that complemented his muscles that just rippled each time that he shifted or moved. He had some of the most beautiful eyes that I have ever seen. One was cobalt blue and the other was a deep emerald green. I had only seen one other person that had this condition called Heterochromia Iridum but I haven’t seen him

I hadn't noticed his subtle movements, he took a slow turn and suddenly my eyes locked gaze with the man before me. He was wearing a long red sheen garment, his shoulders were sharp and broad, the more he turned slowly, I could get a good outline of his face. His chiseled jaw, skinny cheekbones, his nose was long and well shaped, thick black long lashes...then my crystal blue eyes gazed right at his, he had a frightening dark shade of forest green eyes. They were fathomless and dark, one could easily get lost by just staring into them. His hair was bright yellow, or rather golden, falling on his perfect and sculpted shoulders. His pursed, red painted lips drew a broad smile.

He stood right in the middle of our path, looking like a a calm in the middle of the chaos. He was incredibly tall, just as massive and broad-shouldered as Ryan. He was wearing a dark charcoal, custom-tailored suit that hugged his lean, powerful frame perfectly. His dark hair was styled effortlessly, but it was his face that made people stop and stare. He possessed a sharp, breathtaking kind of beauty. High cheekbones, a strong jawline, and an aura of confidence. He looked like a man who owned the very ground he walked on. But his eyes were different. They were not like Ryan’s. They were a piercing and a deep shade of green. They were the kind of eyes that looked right through your soul and