Dark Hair Green Eyes Male Novels & Stories

she even adds. I think for a while, “Okay, tell me,” I answer, and I am even more surprised at myself taking interest in that mysterious man. Peach squeals, “Well, he is so damn handsome, he is very tall, good physique, he is dark-haired, high-pointed nose, and err, his eyes?” she stops and thinks, “Oh, yes, he has green eyes.” I gulp as I heard the description. Everything is fine until she mentions the eye color. Why do I have this ominous feeling now? Green eyes are not so common, especially for Americans.

He has dark blonde hair and he doesn't have any piercings. " Brandy wine , please." The guy says beside me. He has a deep voice and I'm force to turn to my side to take a good look at him. Surprisingly his eyes lock with mine and he smirks. I gulp as we stare at ourselves like we've seen each other before. Okay he's the one who stares at me like he has seen me before. I look down at his figure and take in his looks. He has brown hair that's slightly tousled. His eyes are deep green and his lips is pierced at the top. He wears a black leather jacket and his neck looks tatted. Yeah he's sort of good looking but bad. Gray might be bad but this weird green eyes guy is worse.

I soothed “Can you describe him for me?” “He, er, he had a dirty black suit on. It was spattered with stains. Um. Short-ish hair. It was floppy.” “OK. Anything else? White male? Black male? Hair colour? Eye colour? Anything that stood out about him?” “He was, er, white” Stefanie sniffed “Really white, actually. Like chalk. His hair was black. He had the highest cheekbones I’ve ever seen.” My body seized in shock. “And he had the most terrifying green eyes” Stefanie sniffled down the phone.

It was that comfortable. My eye started around the office space as I tried not to awkwardly stare at the man in front of me. He was big, like even sitting, I could tell the dude was mammoth. Probably did that CrossFit workout, which I would totally do if I had time, and didn’t have upper body strength of a 10-year-old. He was a contrast of light and dark. Pale skin with the dark hair and eyebrows, but when his eyes had met mine, I had been startled by how light green they were. I had never seen eyes that color, and they were beautifully cold.

"Take him out, we're larger in number, a rogue should know the power of a pack, I would give you the grace to leave without creating chaos." "I can not do that." My pupil dilated and I was made to look again this time without fighting the urge. I saw how dark and curly his hair was, the creamy ebony accentuated his sharp jawline, his face was slim and his eyes- I could see myself through them. . . They gave a mixture of gold and green filling in the middle. I was scared and lost in them. They are the most appealing eyes hue I have ever seen making them attractive and healthy. He is not a rogue, at least that made me gulp down my throat without a hiccup.

My head drops forward, and darkness begins to close in. That’s when I see him. He steps through the broken glass, moving like a shadow come to life. Maybe it’s a dream, maybe I’m already dead, because no one could look that fierce, that unreal. He’s tall, broad-shouldered, and his presence fills the space like a storm. His green eyes blaze with fury, glowing brighter than the moon. His hair, the color of dark chocolate, falls over his face as he glares at the chaos around him. His jaw is tense, his lips pressed into a hard line.

What? But if this man of man has nothing, when I may be about four years ahead, he is a super handsome man, not just that. He is quite tall, even when he sits down, his hair is brown and his eyes are green, it is a very intense dark green. "Don't worry sir, besides, those who should apologize in that case would be the two of them, or am I wrong?" he said, taking me out of my thoughts quickly, with his gaze fixed on me.

Dead wrong. The man who stepped into the light couldn't have been a day over thirty-five. He was a masterpiece of masculine precision. His hair was a deep, midnight black, swept back with a deliberate carelessness that made him look like he had just stepped off a runway—or a battlefield. But it was his eyes that stopped my heart. They were a piercing, crystalline green, the color of high-grade emeralds found deep in the earth.

“Try again.” I looked closer at his features. He had a tall strong build, and his face was much younger then I remember. A pair of deep green eyes looked back at me, but I remember the Dark Alpha had brown eyes. His short black hair was styled differently than the Dark Alpha, like a young Henry Cavill. His face was smooth of any facial hair which actually made him pretty darn handsome. If I wasn’t kidnapped and didn’t already have the perfect mate, I would have considered him a contender in the dating pool. If I actually was allowed to date.

Doctor? I’m stirred from my thoughts by the scent of ozone, like lightning when it strikes. Who would think that would be a turn on? Then a freaking Slavic God walks through the door. He had to be at least 6’6” tall, easy. His skin is a golden brown tan all over. His dark hair is cut short and close to his head. His eyes are a gorgeous mint green, his jaw strong and angular. There is not an ounce of fat on him, his body is all muscle. Tattoos are inked across all his visible skin. His neck, arms, chest, knuckles. Dude understood the assignment. Ho-ly shit!