Eyebrow Length Novels & Stories

He was still holding my phone. His eyes met my eyes again. He raised his eyebrow at me. Wow! How did he do that? My eye was looking at his eyebrow, there was a small cut from the front, a little part of the hair was missing on his right eyebrow. It reminded me of a blue-eyed guy. He has also cut on the front part of his right eyebrow. It was looking dam* adorable on him. I heaved a deep sigh and shifted my eyes on the ground. I yawned and I put my hand on my mouth to cover it.

Without the usual frown or smirk, the calculating aura around him disappears. He looks peaceful. Almost angelic. Such a piece of art. His lips are red... like cherries. I have never noticed that before. They look almost vampiric, contrasting sharply with his pale skin, which is even lighter than mine. Men really do get the better end of the deal when it comes to eyelashes. Look at those long lashes, like delicate fans. Those thick, dark brows framing them perfectly. And I have to buy limited-edition serum just to grow mine to a decent length.

In front of me. He looks different. So different from what I remembered. His face, which used to be so familiar, now carries the marks of changes time has brought. There’s a new scar, a fine line just above his right eyebrow, that seems to have a story of its own. His hair is longer now, with waves that fall carelessly, wilder, fuller of life. His eyes, those same ocean-blue eyes that always fascinated me, stare at me with intensity, but also with something more… something I can’t immediately decipher.

I explained. Vinx raised a brow, his brows had a sharp arch, his eyes were deeply brown, that kind of brown that reminded you of hot sweet chocolate. His lips were like a cupid's bow, his nose was straight, his lashes were full and extremely long, his ears had a curve that I liked because it was pleasing, everything about Vinx was pleasing.

When she did,she moved back a bit,smiling. "Oh, uhm... hello", she responded.I raised a brow, taking in her facial features. High cheekbones with rosy cheeks, soft slightly grey eyes, long narrow nose, thin neatly drawn dark eyebrows, pouty lips in the colour red, long eyelashes brushed with black thick mascara and an eyeliner highlighting her pretty shaped eyes.

Cray asked me with his idiotic smile right after he has done shaving his beard, and I just looked at him with my thinking face after I glared at him. "No. Why don't you try growing it longer, Cray? Like, longer, so the waves could really be so visible. I think you look good in it. No, I know that you look good with it." I replied and suggested, which made his thick black left eyebrow raised in an uprising. "No. I never tried making it longer than four inches. I think I look awful. But, still, handsome as hell." He answered and handed me the scissors and the rechargeable razor in his hold.

Instead they shared a glance before drifting their gazes back to her. She studied them closely through narrowed eyes, her grip tightening on the metal rod. One of them, who seemed to be in his late forties and was the taller of the two. He had a scar above his left eyebrow, which seemed to twitch as he regarded her, his expression derisive. His eyes were a deep, piercing blue, and they seemed to see right through her. Her gaze drifted to the other man who was slightly shorter, but his broad shoulders and thick arms made him appear more imposing.

She would not know what to do if he really caught her red-handed. She looked at him and saw that he was soon fast asleep again. Her eyes lit up. His eyelashes attracted her too. She used her hand to feel them. ‘It is so unfair; how can his eyelashes be so long while hers are short?" she pouted at the thought. She looked at his eyebrow and was like, ‘Wow, this is beautiful. He really made her jealous. She used her hand to massage his eyebrow. She felt tired and was about to get up from the bed to do something else.

Aiden crossed his hands, looking at her like he was telling 'Are you serious too? Arching his eyebrow, he took one apple and started to peel it. She noticed how thick his eyebrows were, it was her weakness. Her heart thumped when she saw his long eyelashes under his eyeglass moved when he was blinking. Biting her lips, she looked away to avoid herself from fantasizing about the doctor.

But this male, made even the largest guys I'd seen look small in comparison. Once I'd gone down to his body, my gaze naturally swept up again. His mouth was a full, sensual red and he had unusual facial hair. Long, closely clipped sideburns that marched down to the ridge of his square jaw. A high forehead, arching black brows and the familiar amber eyes that was focused intently on me alone finished the visual tour. He was looking me over too, maybe assessing me the same way I did.