Dark Hair Green Eyes Male Novels & Stories

He found joy in causing confusion among people, deriving happiness from frustrating souls, and found peace in making people laugh and fear him. He was the replica of his mother. He had her beautiful shade of red-orange hair, but instead of having a yellowish blonde like her, he took his father's sandy blonde color. His skin was vanilla, eyes violet with brownish gold highlighting them like hers. But instead of cornflower blue corner shading, his was forest green like his father's.

But I definitely did not eye-rape him. "I am so sorry." I mumbled. Is the universe against me or something? "I wasn't looking and-" Okay, maybe I did a little bit of eye-raping. I mean, who could blame me? He's gorgeous. He has sandy blonde hair with some brown highlights. His face is just... pure perfection. Then I realised something that made me frown. Something that made memories of him come back. His eyes were a shade of forest green. Forest freaking green. Ashton. Oh god. I'm not even kidding, I am going to cry.

And he was… breathtaking. He wasn't just handsome. He was devastating. He had dark, almost black hair, styled perfectly but with a slight wave that looked like he’d run his hand through it. His jaw was strong, his features carved like he was some kind of god. But it was his eyes that held me. Even in a photo, his deep green eyes seemed to look right through me. He wasn’t smiling. He had an intense, powerful stillness about him, like a predator perfectly calm before it moved. He wore a black tuxedo that fit his tall, muscular build like it was made for him—which it probably was.

He asked with a smug expression on his face. I groaned in exasperation, eyeing him with disdain. It was aggravating how he looked so perfect while standing there in all of his naked glory. There was something strange about his eyes. They changed colours every few minutes. They had changed from red to bright yellow. He had wavy, long black hair, and he appeared to be as tall as Aries. He smelled of the earth after a rainstorm. He smelled of sandalwood too. His stomach rumbled, and I raised a questioning brow at him.

I turn back to see him step out of the shadows into the moonlight. In a word, he could be described as beautiful. He has blond hair and a trim athletic figure. His facial features are so symmetrical, they look almost unreal. I can't tell what color his eyes are but they are a light shade seeing how they glint under the moonlight. He has a face that would make most females swoon, me too if I had a normal life but I find myself more drawn to a certain Alpha King’s dark, harsh god like features and forest green eyes.

God. The first thought that came in my head was, how in the freaking hell is he so hot? Just his eyes were enough to make me swoon over him. They were green, the most beautiful green I had ever seen. His disheveled hair almost falling over those same eyes, a shade that exactly matched his black leather jacket.

This guy was definitely hot. Whether it was Grayson’s gasp or something else, he looked up at us as we stepped into the grass, but he didn’t stop chopping wood. Instead, he picked up another log and drove the ax down through it. When his eyes rested on our faces, I noticed he had green eyes--bright, jade colored eyes. His dark hair was curly, and even though sweat had some of it glued to his forehead, it still waved as he moved, raising and dropping the ax into the fresh log. “Wow--he is unbelievably hot,” Grayson murmured.

When our eyes met again, I gave her my half smirk and a wink then turned and walked upstairs. Yup, I still got it. I may only be a teenager, but I was blessed with God like genes and a dick that would make even Zeus blush. Unfortunately, much of that came from my father. We were both over 6ft tall, with black ebony hair and perfectly tanned skin. I was his little clone in almost every way except my eyes, that I got from mother. His are a dirty brown, like the shit he was full of, but mine are a piercing green.

I recognized the figure which appeared before me as Mr Green eyes. He's cladded in a black cloth and appears as a dark shadow devil but this particular devil is so gorgeous. It stole my breath away for a second. His dark hair which looks as if it was just combed with fingers instead of a comb, was styled backwards leaving some few strands to fall over his smooth forehead. The strand of hair which fell over his face slightly touched his full brows making him look hot. His dark green eyes are so enchanting but frightening at the same time. His perfectly pointy nose and well sculpted nose bridge brought out the beauty of his impeccable manly face which looks a bit pale. I have seen this man bef

I gazed at him longingly. His skin was the colour of gold sitting in the sun. Long dark hair had slipped out of his usual messy man bun and was spilling over his shoulders in a cascade of black waves. His eyes were the softest, lightest green that seemed to consume whoever was holding his attention at the moment.