Dark Hair Green Eyes Male Mga Nobela at Kwento

My eyes widen in surprise as I take in the man standing in front of me. He is tall and muscular, dressed in a perfectly tailored charcoal grey suit that accentuates his strong physique. The shirt he is wearing seems to be painted onto his chest, highlighting every muscle and curve. My gaze travels up to his face, and I am met with a sharp jawline, a straight proud nose, and parted lips that reveal a set of perfectly white teeth. But what catches my attention the most are his blazing green eyes, piercing and intense.

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.

I still couldn't deny the pull I had towards them. Shaking their piercing gazes, I finally zoned back into the world, only to come face to face with a handsome human. He had slicked back chocolate brown hair and piercing green eyes. Muscles rippled from the water still sliding over them. Glancing over my shoulder, I noted Eugene's gaze as well. Furious, but muted. He watched every step the man made closer.

The man stopped in front of Garrett and smiled. Jade looked up; his eyes met hers. He had light brown hair and green eyes, his smile mouthwatering. “Hello, I am Maximus, Max for short,” Max said. Jade smiled and then looked over at Garrett. “This is Jade she is a little shy.” He laughed. “Ah Jade, you smell nice. It’s nice to meet you.” Max said. Jade just smiled. Max extended his hand to shake hers. Her hand trembled but made it into his hands. He gently closed his hand and shook it and then released it.

So, he really is a mama’s boy, huh? My mouth went agape upon seeing the face of his mom, she has a small V-shape face, large emerald eyes, small nose, and small chin. She looks like a human doll if I can say. She was wearing a black fitted halter dress which perfectly showcased her sexy curves. Then the man who was with her looks exactly like Damon except his hair was not slicked back but it made him look like a prince. Are they really his parents? Don’t they look just our age?

I said. "Alright, oh goodness, thank you." She said and hung up. I sighed and looked up at the bright sign of the pub. "Well, change of plans." I muttered. I am momentarily looking at Candice's phone on the way to the hospital. It needs a password but the screen was her (I recognized), a man and a woman, which I presume to be her parents. She was wearing a toga and she got medals of all sizes worn on her neck, some sashes, a bunch of trophies and certificates. As if the medals were too much for her, her parents had to wear the other medals and they had to hold other trophies for her. They were smiling widely, Candice's eyes almost seemed like nothing but a curvy line. She has slanted eyes wh

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.

A long black cloak that reaches his knees. His hair is slick back without a strand out of place. My heart races as I get a good look at his face. I freeze. His eyes are already on me. Dark and menacing. Grey eyes with red streaks. I shift my eyes to get a better look. One red like going completely across and 3 vertical lines crossing over the first. All 3 irises blink at me and I look away flushed. Why am I so hot all of sudden. “What have we here?” The unknown male speaks and his voice slithers down my back and more father south than I care to admit. Deep and smooth.

The bar gleamed under the low lights, and behind it worked the most gorgeous man I'd ever seen. He was tall, his black hair pulled back into a messy bun that somehow looked perfect on him. Tattoos covered both arms—intricate designs I wanted to trace with my fingers. A silver hoop pierced his nose, another through his eyebrow. When he looked up and caught my eye, his smile was slow and devastating. And his eyes... they flashed bright green. Wolf green. My heart stuttered. "What can I get you, beautiful?" His voice was smooth, with a slight accent I couldn't quite place. Australian, maybe?

Heart-shaped, so cute. His skin color suits his features perfectly, he’s a bit dark, and his hair is very black, like he’s always modeling suits and ties, whenever he wears them, on billboards, add to that his eye color—green. Wow, it’s like digging up my own identity every time he looks at me.