Dark Hair Green Eyes Male นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I was completely mesmerized by his eyes, I couldn't look away like he didn't. Who is he? What is wrong with my heart? Do I know him? Do I love him? What is love? He dried his hair as he kept his eyes locked with mine, a smile playing on his lips. Why is his hair silver and black? Why is his eyes so mesmerizing? His irises were like that of a cat's, it colors green with a beautiful shade of silver. And where did he get those lashes? I touched mine and frowned, his is longer. I trailed my eyes down his body to examine his torso and again, I was left greatly impressed. His seriously muscular arms and neck was a starter, he must have lived in a gym all his life or maybe that was natural with a l

Maybe, it is the gloss in my eyes that is ready to run down my cheeks or something else. He is huge. There is no mistaking his masculinity, the darkness cast a shadow at him behind the sunlight and I crave to see what he looks like. I cannot even tell what the color of his eyes are. The tent body is lifted and slowly, the light seeps into that space and I see his features. He walks into the surrounding, a hand at his pocket and I’m waiting for the first sound of his voice. I can already imagine it. He has some sort of green eyes, neatly combed hair—staring at me with serial eyes and so, I step away from where I stand. There is another man right next to him, and they walk into the space.

This type of green was the type that reflected near the water. It was shining incredibly bright, the green was hidden as a small dot whilst it was surrounded by dull red rings. Was he a Werewolf too? He had dark blonde locks which were curly and running down to his face. His symmetrically carved face with gracefully crude edges. Like a rugged aristocrat? His green-red eyes stared down at Elizabeth whilst his bronze-like colored lips hooked up a bit.

The man counters before he removes his mask to reveal his short dark chocolate brown hair with scruff which compliments his light olive skin tone. At first, I don’t recognize him. Then I look him in the eyes. His eyes are danger with their warm and wild promises with soft sage green irises and a blaze of amber around his pupils. The gears in my mind move as I finally place him. I do in fact know it is, and I almost don’t believe the words that fall from my mouth. “Shane?” I question in utter disbelief.

She turns around and I am able to see him. The man is not very tall, but he is big and muscular. His face is thin, with pronounced cheekbones. His expression is severe and cold. Her long black hair is tied back. The most remarkable thing about him are his large, deep, penetrating, light green eyes surrounded by thick black eyebrows that give him a menacing look and impossibly long eyelashes. His lower lip is prominent, giving him a certain air of stubbornness. He appears to be much older than Alex. Dress completely in black, shirt and pants. His shoes are black, shiny. He wears a huge ring on the ring finger of his right hand. A ring with the engraving of a dragon.

He was tall light skinned, well fit, hazel eyes and brown hair. I could tell Brianna couldn't help admire the man, he was good looking for his age. She always admires her dad, the old man still had alot of charm, with his green eyes that both twins inherited. Deep dimples when he smiled, dark jet black hair like Brianna's, tall and really well built. I'm seriously hoping I age good like he has.

He announced. "What? I don't believe you. He was dead." Anna muttered. This man was beyond handsome. He was slim, muscular, with an almost flawlessly symmetrical face. He has an African heritage that shows in his features and body type. He had tousled long dark brown hair, which was thick and glossy. His eyes were mesmerizing deep ocean blue, flecks of light green. "Why is that young lady?" His expression dulled. "Well... Because. You know the dark lord?"

The man in front of me shuns the older Alpha, his deep voice rumbling through me in a way that forces my eyes to climb all the way to his face. The breath in my lungs come to an instant pause and my eyes widen as I stare at the specimen before me. This man looks like he’s made from, and for, sin. His eyes are a vibrant shade of green, his hair an interesting shade of red. Is that even natural? “Yes. My hair is natural.” I jerk my eyes away from his hair and back to his shining green orbs that are watching me with amusement, his lips twitching with his need to laugh. Did I just say that aloud?

It’s seriously driving me insane. From what I could see in the dark with his small flashlight, he’s at least six feet tall, with just the right amount of muscle on a lean frame. His short-sleeved shirt hugged a sculpted chest and his jeans looked painted on. His short, light brown hair accentuated a prominent jaw with the perfect amount of scruff on his chin. He’s gorgeous in an underwear model sort of way. At least until you reach his eyes. When the light reflected off them, I almost stepped back. They’re pale green, almost startling if you don’t look into their cold, lifeless depths. Pools of darkness lurked in the round orbs, so strong, it scared the fucking shit out of me. I’ve grown up

The one talking had bright fire red hair that was shoulder length and wavy, his eyes were a piercing electric green, and he looked like he lifted weights at the gym daily. “Did you have to fuck her?” Groaned out one of the other males; my gaze flickered over to him. He had short curly brown hair and beautiful cerulean blue eyes that reminded me of the sea. While I could tell he was fit and took pride in his appearance, his body had more of a lean physique, a build similar to that of a swimmer.