Eyebrow Length Novels & Stories

The man was taller than her, so Aubrey lifted her head and looked skyward so that she can have a clear view of the person. Aubrey swallowed hard when she viewed his face, she step backward subconsciously. The man was tall, his skin tan and flawless, his body is more than toned, but he is not being a bodybuilder big either, chiselled face, good groomed beards, his hair dark brown perfectly shaved in a fro hawk and his edges laid but despite the beauty of the man, Aubrey was surprised with the colour of his eyes, dark and they appeared lifeless. Even Aubrey found it hard to maintain eye contact with him.

His jawline flexed the more he scrolled. I tapped the pen on the book continuously, watching his every move. I tilted my head, observing every feature on his face, especially how his hair remained sleek and super dark, while my dad’s then were turning gray. His forehead had these frown lines, so that even when he had a straight face on, one would think he was mad at something. I bit my lip in a bit of jealousy; how were his eyelashes longer than mine? It felt so weird, and honestly, it added more to his look in a way I can’t explain.

At least, he escaped getting his eyebrows trimmed. Soon, Heather started her project on Leon’s face. As the eyebrow pencil worked wonder under her hand, she slightly thickened his eyebrows before looking at them with satisfaction. It didn’t seem bad at all. Although they no longer had the enchanting feeling from before, he indeed looked a little more masculine right now. “Take a look at your masculine eyebrows,” Heather said with confidence. With a fake smile, Leon nodded. “Not bad, but it doesn’t seem to match my face.” He was naturally born with a less masculine facial shape and such eyebrows didn’t seem to match his features.

Or perhaps she found the man attractive, causing the rhythm of her heartbeat to change. The man is handsome in the true sense of the word handsome. She thinks his face is perfect, from the thick eyebrows that complement his slightly slanting light brown eyes, a prominent nose with a perfect nose line, and his reddish lips that are somewhat plump at the bottom. And he is so tall too. In fact, he is taller than Tyron, who is five feet and ten inches tall. Maybe he is six feet tall. It made her look like a dwarf in front of him with her height of five feet and five inches.

She could tell that this was not a man to be trifled with. His face was stern and unyielding, with a sharp nose and a strong jawline. There was a hint of a scar above his left eyebrow, and Jasmine wondered what kind of battles he had fought in his life. His eyes were the color of storm clouds, and they seemed to bore into her with an intense scrutiny.

“Nope. Not enough calf action.” “Calf action?” She stares at the shoes, dangling them up in front of her face. “I need something that will show my calves off. I have good calves.” She nods. “You do have good calves. Can’t argue with that logic.” She leaves once more and I take the minutes she’s gone to make sure every single one of my eyebrow hairs is where it should be. My eyebrows are famous. Women hate me for having eyebrows like I do. It’s a cross I bear willingly, because someday these eyebrows are going to snag me a hell of a husband. I arch one up, practicing one of my patented moves. I can communicate entire sentences with these babies.

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From a distance, it looked like a drop of ink dripping into the sea, but it condensed and did not disperse. Upon closer inspection, it was clearly a handsome young man with a fair face and slightly red lips. His long eyebrows were like swords, flying obliquely into his temples, and his eyes were closed as if they contained the infinite mysteries of the universe. There was a thin black line between his eyebrows, which added a hint of indescribable majesty to his calm and peaceful face.

Purple discoloration was littered all over his neck from where I had bit him. A shadow was forming on his jaw, and it was giving him an edgy look. Unable to resist, I reached out to smooth his eyebrows. I am jealous. How can his eyebrows be better than mine? His eyebrows were long and soft, well aligned, as if he had trimmed them. But he had reassured me that he didn't do any of that when I questioned him. I watched the soft lashes that framed his eyes. It was long and curled. He had a long, pointed nose that fit his small face. He shifted closer and I froze, my hand hanging in the air.

It is better to be safe than sorry. My heart was full when I approached him. My hands were shaking and my heart was beating fast but I ignored it. My eyes were then fixed on his face. I stared at his face for a long time. I just noticed that he has a mole on the corner of his right eye. Both of her eyebrows are thick and well-groomed like a woman who is artistic in her body and takes care of herself. His nose is pointed and his eyes are a bit hollow. His eyelashes are long. Anyone can get attracted to how beautiful his lips are because it is naturally curved like that bow. It's quite thin so it's really attractive to look at.